Father Brown had nothing like the famous Chestertonian character. He was quite young yet, he was not an Englishman, and his face absolutely did not remind the Norfolk dumplings. If it remembered something, it was the wind and the sea of the Aran Islands. A place the priest-detective would have found uncomfortable, but he was nostalgic about it. Especially si...
REWRITTEN AND EXTENDED VERSION The story so far: Lisbeth Somerset is a 36-year old English workaholic who teaches human rights at a university in an Arab country. She is caught handing a bomb to the assassin who had plans to kill the children of the local ruler and of other dignitaries. That ruler, Sheikh Fouad, consumed with rage, considers the death pena...
Hello all. Sorry it's been so long, but this is my new brainchild. I hope it reaches your expectations and, be warned, I couldn't find an editor... so I did the best I could. I have been working hard on my writing and writing styles so I hope you find it easier to follow. If anyone has any suggestions for an editor, please share them with me. Comments and f...
They went to bed around nine. They had a fantastic session on the sofa before retiring. They woke early the next morning. Joy wanted some water sports, so they went into the bathroom. Paul drank two litres of mineral water. They repeated yesterday's session, but then Paul sat on the chair and Joy went on top. She was wonderful. He played with her breasts and...
She's tall, pale, and willowy, with jet-black curls falling to her ankles and eyes green like the sea. I see her in the hills somewhere in Scotland. To this day I can't remember exactly where. She's naked, her hair covering her body in soft ripples, but I can see the moonlight shining on her pale skin as she lifts an ivory hand, and I seem to have lost contr...
A Jog Fuck – Phone Sex – Spying on Denise Using a Dildo – In the Backseat with Lillian – First Time Anal - Caught in the Act I was on my best behavior the following day, knowing that both Denise and Maureen would be watching my every move. Just before noon I told my mother I was going for a run. I was striving to be in the best possible condition on enter...
We were on the motorway heading east for London. Our first taste of freedom since the baby arrived a little over a year ago. Toddler and baby were staying with doting grandparents and we were off house hunting for a long weekend, target somewhere in the northeast sector the other side of town, out beyond Romford, Ilford and the London sprawl. Somewhere we'd...
This is a continuation of my recently published part 1. This would more accurately fit into Romance but I prefer that stories stay within the same category so I put it in LW with part 1. Disclaimer: As you read this story, keep in mind that I try to include something for everyone, and some people are always looking for mistakes. So, if you find any errors,...
I met her because Columbus Day is a federal holiday. I was sitting in my Starbucks on October 12, 2009, 517 years after Christopher Columbus set foot in the Americas. After weeks at sea, Columbus landed in the Bahamas in the early-morning hours of October 12, 1492. He knelt on the ground and kissed the Earth. He gave thanks to God. He was off course by t...
©2005 JW Omnimedia. All Rights Reserved. (Author's Note: This story contains the theme of adultery without punishment or reprisal for the adulterer, so if that type of story makes you angry, this may not be the story for you. If you read it anyway, don't bother sending me messages that you don't approve of her behavior. It's a STORY, not reality. Yes, I kno...