It had been another hard night in the village. Napoleons was quiet and id been chatted up by the usual crowd of slightly drunk chancer's, who would have trouble pleasuring themselves let alone give a girl a good time. Id called my taxi to collect me and take me home, feeling a little let down at not having pulled another 'girl' or a kinky guy. The Manchest...
I have to admit that when I looked round the congregation at the Memorial Service I had to wonder. How many were there simply to pay tribute to a remarkable woman they had admired? How many were there with more intimate memories? The eulogy sketched in the public details of what had been a very public life. Married at twenty, divorced at thirty-five, twenty...
This is chapter one of a short series of stories inspired by a love from 23 years ago now refound. A drink in the countryside It was a few days into the trip and most people had settled in with their host families well. There were a couple of issues with one family that meant the teachers in charge had to focus on that leaving the rest of us a little more...
Note- This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual persons or events are coincidental. ***** Kaley Cuoco sat in her business class seat by the window and closed her tired eyes. The American actress had spent a week in London, England in order to discuss a role in the upcoming movie in the Bridget Jones franchise. On a recommendation from star Re...
ONE I love my wife. No, . . . I mean it. I really . . . really love my wife and I would do anything to make sure she is happy, as a result, I am extremely attentive to her needs. We've been married over twenty years and she is a great mother to our three kids. She's involved with a wide variety of school and church functions and is always quick to voluntee...
I have been a Security Guard at this site for over six months. Working second shift originally never appealed to me, until I started to get to know the women that worked here. Every night when Sandy left she would slow her truck down just a little as she drove through the open gate. She smiled at me as her slender fingers pressed the button to make the windo...
This is a sequel to the story "Kate Middleton Needs a Proper Fuck." DISCLAIMER: The following contains extreme subject matter and utter absurdity. If you are looking for something purely erotic, a quick stroke story, or are a member of the British Royal Family, or are easily offended, you might want to move on. Thanks to everyone who read the last insta...
Authors note: This is a work of fiction. I have little to no knowledge of the well-known figures contained within this tale. Their actions in the story are pure fantasy and are not indicative to the best of my limited understanding of how they actually live their lives. This is the final chapter in Hanna's story, although there's always the possibility she...
It was a cold winter's day at Middleton Beach in Western Australia and if you were to be looking, as I was, at the image on my drone controller, at the pattern that she was drawing in the beach sand, you would probably comment that it was either a fine example of geometric art or a pretty pattern. If it were the former you would probably wonder how she could...
'Drink up,' Frank said. 'Who knows? Tomorrow we could be dead.' I wonder if Frank knew something. Later that night, Frank fell asleep while listening to the radio - as he often did after a good day's work - and he never woke up again. The doctor said that his heart had just stopped. 'It happens sometimes,' the doctor said. 'Even with people like Frank. Even...