The following story has been kicking around in my heard for quite some time. It is purely a work of fiction. Things don't always happen the way I've portrayed them in real life. But heck, it's my story and I wrote it the way I wanted. It's a love story with a happy ending. Thanks for reading and be gentle with criticism as I do my own editing and spell check...
To My Readers: Sorry it took so long to submit the latest chapter. Previous chapters had comments that I need an editor, I couldn't find one, so I have been letting my wife edit it for me. So Enjoy Chapter 05. More is on the way, and as always, Comments are appreciated. KhaoticMethod. ************************************************ October 18, 2013 (Fr...
Looking up at the boiling sun, I wonder if it could get any hotter. It had to be over 100 degrees and I need to find water for my horse or I’ll soon be walking. The sweat is pouring from under my hat, but it provides what little shade I do have for my face. Patting my horse on her neck, I lean forward and tell her, “Find the water for us girl, I’ll just fol...
Amy prowled the office trying to pass time, absently shuffling papers on her desk that had been shuffled a number of times already. Again she glanced at the clock, realising that it had only been a couple of minutes since she had last looked at it. Anxiously she went to the window, peering through the glass at the car park below, still searching for His car,...
"Contessa, I think I've found exactly what you're looking for." La Contessa is on a mission; she has brought me into the Cannaregio district of Venice again to scour her contacts in the whore-houses of Venice for a girl who can play the role of a slave girl for her. She is deep in conversation with the matron of Il Torro Negro tavern. I was raised in the Ca...
One simply does not let their husband, (He's my husband now, I remind myself smiling into his hungry hazel eyes,) tell all their stories. I mean, please look at his last effort. He's so mechanical and all about where he put his willy and what sort of noises we made. Those eyes. Those chameleon coloured pools of communication that tell me constantly with the...
Patrick Murphy walked slowly and silently through the wooded area. His eyes were constantly moving, viewing everything around him, watching where his feet would step, looking for any sort of movement. His rifle was across his chest in both hands, ready to fly to his shoulder for firing. Nothing moved, he heard no sounds. He didn't like it. He was not distur...
Having driven all night to get to the family farm, Shavonda was soon fast asleep while I, having slept during the long drive down, was wide awake. In the darkness I gazed at the dark, naked form beside me. I ran my hands over her body. God, I wanted her right now, I wanted to be inside her, to feel her body squeeze around me as I gently thrust into her, Inst...
CHAPTER 1 At 9.24 the Monday meeting of senior personnel at Beck, Lane and Russell Advertising was coming to an unproductive close when the company's president Richard Lane was handed a note. He read it and said, "Oh yes of course, we need to promote a young person to our executive ranks so that we have all important sectors of advertising covered by establ...
This story starts where 'Party Games' left off and charts the further adventures of four couples - Dave & Holly Sutton, Steve & Sarah, Pete & Rosemary Taylor and Paul (Me) & Diane James. **** "Mr. Taylor?" Peter dropped the magazine he was reading and looked up. He recognised the attractive, medium height women with honey blonde hair that...