A sequel to "Strawberry's Halloween." "Pick you at up eight then?" "Okay, wonderful." "Love you Strawberry." "Love you too Alan, see you in half an hour." "Mmmm, I can't wait." "Me neither. Bye now." "Bye Strawberry." Alan disconnected. I smiled down at my iPhone. Alan and I were going out tonight. He was taking me out to dinner. To a French Restau...
This is a sequel to “Home By Eight” authored by Lothario the Great it is with his permission that I submit the third and final part of that story. Any readers unfamiliar with the original work should read that first before reading the second or third parts. The second and third parts of this story are rooted in a real situation that took place in the early 1...
This was supposed to be the last chapter in my Becoming Angela series. I had planned to write my other chapters before this one, but, things have happened this past year that I couldn't wait to share. I realized I am finally where I want to be in my life. I will finish the stories between as my new responsibilities permit. The Final Chapter The Office Part...
Jade Everett stared at herself in the mirror to judge the final results. She looked jaw-droppingly sexy. She had just finished putting the final touches on her outfit for their company's Christmas 'Festivus' party which took place annually. This party was an infamous holiday Bacchanalia that was put on by the company that she worked for: Dominus Publishi...
Two new pretty things for Mistresses. Expensive red shoes & a slavegirl I finished off my makeup in the mirror, by applying a final touch of lip gloss & just the tiniest extra hint of mascara to the tips my lashes. I had spent over 2 hours in the process, in the bath & waxing my body all over & especially intimately. Painting my toenails & primping myself....
My thanks go to my proofreaders LadyCibelle, and my friend SH, for attempting to sort out my foul-ups for me. But I must remind the reader that I still retain my annoying habit of fiddling with my tales of woe, almost every time that I open them. * I'd lain back on the sun lounger after taking a quick swig of the big iced cocktail the waiter had just deliv...
It started so innocently. But in retrospect, I was an idiot. To be fair, two decades of formal education had trained me that way. My buddy's father was transferred to Italy. We went to visit, stayed cheaply with him, saw some sights, and then had to decide what to see on the way home. My friend and his girlfriend, unaccountably, wanted to check out Paris....
This is a tale of cuckoldry and cold hearted cheating. It was also a tale that left one young male wondering if he carried a sign that said 'Hi girls you can cuckold me'. It contains grains of truth in it and some names have been changed and no places mentioned other than in general non specific terms. "Lots of people talk and few of them know. Soul of a wo...
Eclipse My story is unashamedly a New Zealand story. Some of the terms used may be foreign to some readers. For example pounamu is green jade also known as greenstone. Pakeha is a non-Maori New Zealander. New Zealanders often call apartments "flats", Cabins "Baches" and hiking "tramping". I include these words to make the story authentic and hope that they...
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner. *** Things had worked out surprisingly well, with the h...