So I thought that this was gonna be a suicide note; correction, a double suicide note. It's still here though. I guess this is gonna be something of an explanation instead. I suppose I owe that much to the dead. Upfront I'm gonna say this. It's gonna seem complicated to those who aren't me but here goes. When I say 'me' I mean the four of us. Like I said, I'...
Living with Fran was my dream, ever since we met we've wanted that. But there was one downer, we had to live with her mother in the same house because. Well you know how sometimes mums and daughters are. But Jan, her mum, was sweet and charming and for a woman of 45 she looked a decade younger and a figure similar to Fran to die for. So I went along with i...
Intro Authors note: Welcome to ‘The Gift’. This story has been created as a collaboration between Talonias and Dansak and is based on an original work by Talonias. Our idea was to take the same basic premise outlined below and see what fun two different authors could have with it. The results have blossomed into ‘The Gift’, a joint work that we hope you enj...
He stopped off to see Alana on the way home from the business trip to Australia, and they managed to spend a three day weekend together in Auckland. It was kind of hard to explain to her parents that she was going to Auckland to spend three days with this American who was almost as old enough to her father. She didn't tell them where she was going, or what s...
Normality! Sweet, contented normality! The next few days passed as if the previous tumultuous months hadn't happened. My husband Pete and I got up together, had breakfast together and went to our separate places of work where, for the first time in weeks, I was able to concentrate properly on my job and not my impossibly complicated private life. We had di...
The following is a continuation to ‘My friends mum’. Again keep you feedback coming through on what you think! This story will goes back to when I was still 19 and was had been having an affair with my friends mother, Karen, for just over a month. It was Friday night, and like most Friday’s I was at their house for dinner. All the kids were home, and Kar...
This is the follow up to the events that happened in Ch 8. It would be a good idea if you read that chapter before starting this one. There are 2 things that I need the readers to understand. Everything that was done in this story was done willingly. All of my Incest and Brothel stories are based on real events that happened to me, but I took part in them wi...
I met Nisha the following Saturday. She sat in the car and was happy to see me. I squeezed her hand and drove off towards my farmhouse. It was the last Saturday before my wife returned from caring for her ailing sister. I wanted to make the most of it. Nisha knew this would be the last Saturday we could meet at the farmhouse. I wondered if she would agree to...
Jack woke early on Thursday morning; he slipped out of bed at five-forty-five leaving May and Jean fast asleep. He showered then checked that the plane was on time, it would be ten minutes early. He left the house at six-fifteen and arrived at the airport exactly on seven. He bought a coffee then his phone beeped, he had a message from Mags which read, "I am...
This story continues to follow the affair between Jay, a young English naval officer, and Mrs Hazel Kellerman, a widowed neighbour of his aunt, who is in her early fifties. I've again written it as a split narrative; relating the tale first from Jay's and then from Mrs K's perspective. JAY'S STORY On the Monday I spent another rather boring day at the coll...