If you had googled regularity, then a picture of Jess would have shown up. Roughly 5'6", brunette, she lived in a regular old village, near a regular old town in regular old England. The irregularity in Jess' life, therefore came from her appearance. She was simply stunning, long toned legs, round firm ass, small but perky tits and a gorgeous face, with soft...
It was two decades before he was rocked by the memory of Millie again. Craig was working at a hospital in Sheffield when he saw her; well, not her exactly, but an almost perfect carbon copy, apart from the eyes which were strangely familiar, but not the same dazzling green he remembered of Millie's. The memories came flooding back, he remembered the night t...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
The girls lived in a gigantic toadstool. Their bedrooms were in the cap, along with the bathroom and kitchen. Most of the rest of the living area was outside, where the overhang sheltered it from the sun and rain. There was a wicker living-room set, a dining table, even a stereo and TV built into the stalk. Hearts don't much care for privacy, it seems. The...
Toyboy Gets Behind 1986, Yorkshire, England. Author's note. This is the fourth Toyboy story and follows the timeline from At Home with the Toyboy. It stands alone as an individual story, however. It is not necessary to read the previous three stories first. * It had been a hot, hard day at the steelworks and I was glad it was over. My head was poundin...
Lucifer’s Library A one act play Based very loosely on Sartre’s No Exit CAST Lucifer - Handsome and sinister. He holds the keys to each character’s potential salvation or damnation. Millie – Young, buxom milk maid from mid-1800s England. Veronica – Well endowed Upper Main Line Philadelphia debutant from the early 1950s Paige – Senior associate a...
She swerved out of the parking bay, backing up without really looking, her eyes blurry with the tears that were cascading down her cheeks. Bitch! Millie thought. The tyres screeched as she planted her foot on the accelerator. Bitch! It was the only word Milli could form at present. Angela fucking Rasenbach -- Editor and chief of Mayhem Magazine! Socialite e...
Millie's head snapped up. "You said what now?" She queried as she leant back, hoping that she'd misheard. "I said; my name is Drew Rasenbach..." He repeated it slowly this time, enunciating it like she was hard of hearing. "Holy shit!" She groaned dropping her head into her hands. "That's what I thought you said. Oh Fuck!" Of course that's who he'd be! Mil...
This is the third story in a four part series. It will make more sense if you have read the first two. Again, this is a fictional story of things which never happened and people who do not really exist even though they are all mature and consenting adults. At this point, the two husbands believe they have pulled off their plan to help Ann and thereby Ben a...
Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story and making it a better read for all of us. * Chapter 1: Life hasn't been the best. Dad and I were returning from our hunting trip. We had just bagged an eight point buck, and I did the actual shooting this time. It was nice walking through the woods with my dad. A chance to get back to nature after...