First contact was made between the humans and a species known as the I’Adra in the tail end of the 2020’s. Many in government might have liked to keep this meeting a secret; certainly it would have removed the months of strife that followed the rather large I’Adra craft flying over major cities before landing in the middle of the wilds of Devon, England. Tha...
To my readers: This first chapter of a multi-chapter story has essentially no sex in it. It introduces the characters (some of whom you've met before) who will later bring that element of the story to life. You may wish to skip this part if you're one of those who, like myself, enjoy sex more than the tale of a couple who find - A New Way of Life Chapter 1...
I lost touch with Em very early on after leaving for university; we bumped into each other once or twice in the holidays perhaps, but always when we were in the middle of shopping or something else, and with no time. These were the days before Facebook or even mobile technology, so it's not just that we had no particular reason to keep in touch - we didn't r...
"Fuck," the thick blonde spat between pants. Her perfectly manicured fingers clinched the Egyptian cotton sheets tighter. "That's what you need, slut!" He said as his dark hand connected once more with the alabaster skin of her upturned bottom, turning it an indecent shade of red. Moving her hips back, she felt his thickness invade her once more; reaching...
Taylor was born and raised in Grayson, Kentucky, a rural, scenic little town with a population of about 4,000. He'd had a fairly typical small-town American life, was handsome, outgoing and popular and played wide receiver on the football team in high school. He'd dreamed of playing in the NFL, being a superstar athlete, marrying a supermodel, or marrying...
I love to travel. I love the excitement before the journey; the planning, the packing, the arranging. Tickets, passport, taxi. I love going onboard an airplane, I love watching the landscape rush by and then sink out of view as the plane takes off. I love checking in, claiming luggage, going to the hotel, another check-in, arriving at my home-for-the-duratio...
I remember screaming. I remember running. I remember tripping and falling, being caught, breaking free, being caught again and restrained. But these are not real memories. They are the creation of my battered psyche, an attempt to make sense out of what was then to me a senseless, purposeless act of fate in which my mind refused to accept that I might not ha...
"Fuck, Dean, careful with that expensive camera gear. Put it in my room, while I check out the spa." "On it, Pearl," I replied. Pearl Campbell's a best-selling wildlife photographer specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting birds migrating from summer feeding grounds in t...
With a rumble, your taxi speeds off into the darkness. You wave goodbye, then turn to look at the building you have arrived at. It is a tall, brick, multi-story building, and it is where you will be living for the next year. Checking your watch, you see that it is already half past seven. Your taxi journey was three hours long. With a sigh, you lift your hea...
It's been a tiring yet rewarding couple of years, you made the decision a couple of years ago to knuckle down and get yourself set, and boy did you do it! Initially the long weeks and late nights felt never ending, days to relax were few and far between, but eventually the business you struggled to establish took off and now is starting to take care of itsel...