Minerva By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer Minerva chapter 03 A little later that day I was sitting in the west conservatory, accompanied by Jack Blake, reading a book. Jack is one of the two, long-term residential guests of the Cliff Head that I knew well, and actually liked. Jack Blake is an extremely well dressed gentleman of indeterminate age. Near...
Two days later, Franck was nervously looking over his shoulder, hoping that Mrs. Wharton, or Mavis, hadn't entered the fast food restaurant that morning. "Why the fuck did I ever tell her I loved her?" He asked himself for the thousandth time, then gnashed his teeth and jumped to his second and primary concern – Argie and how to get back in her good graces...
Lisa Marvell, star reporter and popular anchor for Channel 4's weekday news broadcasts, was exhausted. She had just slept for ten hours, not waking until almost noon on Saturday. Things were getting out of control, she thought. Lisa loved her work, and the Friday Night Special Edition series featuring the "Women Who Dare to Bare" reports had driven ratings t...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * "Hey, Eddie. How are ya?" the soft voice asked. I recognized her voice even though I didn't remember the phone numb...
I love gardening. The sensual feel of soil crumbling through my fingers, the tang of the earth and the maternal feeling watching things grow. In my teenage years my gardening began to take on something resembling a sexual nuance for me. I suppose as I see the little shoots appear above the earth, and I know that I have contributed to their nativity, I have...
He had left a note on the kitchen table, with the teapot holding it down so it was clear to Ivy when she returned from work. George had not known he would be out that evening, but events had conspired against him. Perhaps not so much events as Mavis and Mrs Eventide... and Doris Swann. With their husbands now sadly passed away they did not have a 'man about...
Auditors come in many forms. An archdeacon can be worse than an IRS representative, and Divine Intervention can be all that saves your ass. A pair of luscious breasts with a huge crucifix swinging between them transfixed me. Candlelight gave them a lustrous, warm glow, and cut red glass stones embedded in the crucifix threw sparkling lights before me. Up an...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part-wr...
Julie Ch.4 : The seduction of Jeffrey’s dad. Jeffrey had displayed an amazing amount of stamina, and an almost inexhaustible supply of hot, juicy cum, most of which was either in me or on me when Cindy came bursting through the door. Jeffrey froze and stared wide eyed at her. “Well, what have we here?” she said, grinning, “Jeffrey, how could you? And all t...
Her mobile rang and Anna scampered to pick it up, she was just out of the shower a towel wrapped around her head, she ran down the hall the other towel wrapped around her body falling open and then to the floor as she entered her room and closed the door. It was Alan, they were meeting today to take some pictures and do some filming in preparation for the...