Evelyn and Brittany stopped at a convenience store for coffee on their way to the Santa Barbara airport. Boarding the Cessna Citation Eagle, Brittany glanced at her watch. It was just 7:00am, plenty of time to make their scheduled noon appointment to view the houseboat in Miami. Finishing the last of her coffee and cigarette, Brittany reclined her leather s...
To say that Peter was a Francophile was probably an exaggeration but he did like France and had spent a lot of time there on business, albeit mainly in and around Paris. But Paris wasn't the real France - not the beautiful rural part of central France oft overlooked by the once-a-year visitor and on the few occasions he had managed a couple of days away in t...
I think it must have been about midnight when I broke the seal on that bottle of rum. I wasn't bad enough to drink straight from the bottle though and I poured a decent shot of the liquid into one of the tooth glasses I'd retrieved from the bathroom. God knows how long I lay there, trying to understand where my life was going. And what was it about Lindsey...
This story is an attempt, possibly ill-advised, to mix erotica and mystery. It takes a while to become, hopefully, erotic and is rather long. I hope readers enjoy it. Unless the comments are negative, there will be a subsequent installment to conclude the story. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously...
Once in a very infrequent while, something happens which haunts me erotically for months, if not years. Here's one such time. I'm nineteen years old. Resident of Norfolk, UK ... uh ... I'm not going to get more specific than that. Name's Ben. Just finished my A-levels. Or whatever they're called by the time you're reading this. I like to write. Yeah, I know...
Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
1 'Do you Darren Speck take this beautiful fuckin' fine-ass piece of cherrypie to be your beautiful fuckin' lawful wedded wife, booooooy,' said the geezer of a priest, doing some hip thing with his fingers at the end. 'Booooy!' he repeated; and straight after that he did a groovy little moonwalk across the stage, his gleaming black shoes gliding smoothly a...
Note: This is a work of FICTION. Although the areas this story takes place in are real; the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you, are NOT REAL. As you read this story try to remember: THIS is a NOVEL. 15. A Meeting of the Minds "Stop pacing around the house like a caged dog, Al...
** This is my second attempt to complete this fast-growing, rather out-of-control novella -- I might get around to finishing it one day, but thought I would get it out there, so you can see what you think. It is a hybrid sex novel / sci-fi novel / odd mix of things. Comments are very welcome.** * I took a breather about 100m short of the summit and surveye...
All characters are over the age of 18 unless otherwise specified. Again I appreciate the patience in between chapters. I'm trying to go faster but also write better and that balance takes a little time. Those who were missing the football, it's back with a vengeance in this chapter and volleyball will make a showing in the next. Also, still heaping praise...