The second part of the story, again this is old - written in 2007. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. ***** Matt and Nicola pulled up outside her parents house and walked up the crunchy gravel drive to the door. "Are you sure this is okay?" Asked Matt. "I don't want to get you into any trouble." "No it's fine," smiled Nicola. "Mum and Dad are on a cruise, they...
Authors note. Hi all. This came to me out of the blue. It's a bit different to what I usually write and features a bit of werewolfieness (not a word. I know :p). Anyway. I happen to like it and thought I would share a little whimsical thought. Hope you like it too. Comments and feedback keep me writing so please do so. Also. For those of you waiting fo...
Hi Guys! Slightly shorter chapter than normal but I hope you enjoy. "Now be a good pony for me and stand still while I take a look at you." Nicola King, former vet and newest addition to Lady Fontshall's personal pony club did her best to pretend everything was normal as she was circled by her eighteen year old groom, Tara. In fact things were far from n...
Nicola walks through the woodland, repeating the route she had followed exactly a week before. The events of that day had occupied her thoughts throughout the week. Those events had awakened something inside her; something that, she knows, would be an important part of her forever more. Thinking back, she relives that day again. *** She walked through the...
Sorry for the long delay folks. Here's chapter two and for those who sent me words of encouragement to continue, offered critiques, and requests for some payoff, I hope you feel rewarded by this chapter. DAY 4 Nicola started the next day earlier than the previous one. Without the feeling of needing to catch up in her day, her morning jog was leisurely, wi...
With kind thanks to DawnJ for her excellent help in editing this story. 1. I first met Trudie on an organised bus trip to the beach. She was nineteen, had long mousey-brown hair; wore white crocheted trousers revealing glimpses of underwear and a cheesecloth blouse tied around her waist. It was the 70s' after all. I didn't notice her thick, black framed gl...
..........................*** Chapter 27 ***........................... Esther closed her eyes and gripped Abuela's hand. Nicola's warm body pressed against her back, one arm around her stomach, the other woman's physical presence calming the part of her brain that would otherwise refuse this task. When Abuela's onslaught came, it swept right over her, a h...
*** Many thanks to everyone that has voted for the first two chapters of 'Weathering the Storm'; here's the next instalment. Chapter four is already being written and should be ready for submission shortly. As long as you all keep enjoying my stories, I'll keep them coming! *** Scarlett and I lay naked on the picnic blanket for an indeterminate amount of ti...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is not...
All Rights Reserved (c) 2012 Paul Garland * "Does my bottom look big in this?" my wife said to me. It was the classic woman-to-man line, and she grinned at me as she said it, but she really was asking for my opinion. "Seriously, does it make me look fat?" The dress Nicola was wearing was cobalt blue, and fairly close-fitting. The skirt came to the knee bu...