Act Three: There's Always Room Chapter Two: We End as We Began Author's note: This chapter contains more violence than previous chapters as well as implied but not depicted nonconsensual sexual activity. Black Cherry pelted down the little hall. Her wings, cramped in the narrow corridor, trailed straight behind her, the train of a jilted bride fleeing he...
Introduction The story is fiction and is intended for the reader's enjoyment. It is an attempt by the author to write a story which melds history and erotica. As far as possible, the contents are historically accurate with the exception of RAF Langton, RAF Fulnetby and 362 Squadron; none of which existed, although Langton and Fulnetby are real places. As it...
WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically and therefore new readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 –...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! I rapped on the door. Hearing the hand on the other side of the door, fumbling with the lock, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was coming. "Justin!" I said a little more breathlessly than I meant as the door opened. "Danielle! You changed your mind!" he greeted me with surprise. "Come in, Please!" "I can't." I ans...
My thanks to Techsan for editing this to a better story. * Twelve years ago I worked on the shop floor of a clothing factory and Shelley was the managing director's personal secretary. All the lads swore blind that he must be poking her because she was really too young to be in that position. Shelley was a really beautiful girl and that facial perfection e...
I apologise for this story briefly being pulled, but someone reported it. Frustrated that their attempt to one-bomb the story was unsuccessful (the score still rose over 4 before it was pulled) they invented a reason to report it. In the first 30 minutes of its first foray into the Lit world, i.e. before anyone even had time to read it, the story had 35 vote...
Saturday, 6:30 pm Tabitha's eyes kept dancing to and from the windows as she worked, her fingers catching and winding lengths of thick crimson yarn. The metal needles rasped when they scraped together. Outside, the world had turned gold and violet with the fading twilight. The night before became a blur sometime after one in the morning, when the movie had...
It was the third Tuesday of the month and Brenda was antsy and restless. The second toy of twelve was due today and she was as nervous as a new bride. The first toy, a large rubber dildo, had awakened her mind and body to all sorts of pleasures and feelings. She was doing her housework in the nude, a new thing since the toy had arrived. She had her housedre...
A lot of things happened in the run up to Christmas, so I've split this chapter of my life into several parts for easier reading Tuesday It was a bout of stomach cramps which first woke me up; cussing like a trooper I threw my coat aside and made my way to the toilet. "There goes my fun & games for a week," I muttered to myself as nature began its course....
Author's Note: This is my 100th story. Or at least, nearly my 100th story. For every week for the past 100+ weeks, I have posted one or two stories. And through it all, I have been read by loads of people. All of you have been amazingly supportive - whether it was as simple as just coming back to read my stories time and again, or sending me a long critique...