Note. 1970's Britain was a strange place in many ways, punctuated as it was by martial strife in Ireland, industrial strife in mainland UK .. .. and far less sexual activity by teenagers than the 'swinging sixties' would have led us to believe should have been the case! Of course, it was also the decade of proper 'Swingers', but that too only happened in cer...
*** V *** I look to the skies for signs When her hand is in mine all I see is gold and fire Blazing so much higher than I can lift her I have a gift here This I whisper to her I have a gift here Borne of ancient secrets Her presence was going to be a problem. His pillows smelled of vanilla, ginger... apricots. And he remembered how difficult it h...
Author's Note: So, hot on the heels of Part One comes Part Two, and our intrepid heroine Allie and her Irish husband Patrick finally make it to the strange little world of Blackwell Island. Once there, they settle in to life as temporary islanders and get to grips with the native Pā'ele tribespeople's strange and rather erotic customs. For, as they are abo...
Chapter 9: Adelaide or Bust Prior to Helen and myself migrating to Australia, in 1974, my older sister Sarah left for a trip to Canada. She was already there when we left England so we had not seen her for well over a year. Her and her late boyfriend had also intended to migrate over to Australia as well and had actually put in their applications to apply w...
*** -- CHAPTER 3: Adoration -- *** *STILL SATURDAY NIGHT* "Ungh... ungh... ungh..." the pretty brunette whimpered over and again while my cock drilled in and out of her clenching pussy. Over the course of the past few weeks, I had been wondering what this would be like. The reality did not disappoint. I gripped her hips tighter as I pumped her slender b...
Thanks to my Editors - Gandalf4217 & Fuzzywuzzy It was nearly 3AM in the morning, and from the sound of the fighting going on next door, I wouldn't be getting any sleep soon, so I got out of bed, got dressed and went back downstairs to the piano in the small bar area. If the past was any experience, I'd find out what was going on quite soon enough. Sure eno...
Erin O'Neill stepped into another world, and left the real one behind. The lobby of US Financial's Park Place facility was large, open, and well lit. Little clusters of sofas and chairs stood guard to either side, along with the same sorts of potted plants and topiaries that graced corporate offices worldwide. Garland had been hung for the season, and an o...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Ana is -- and always has been -- her own woman. She doesn't need trends, popularity or silly sentimentality. She has also learned the hard way that she doesn't need a man. Any man. She knows herself well and doesn't want to be like everyone else; she doesn't crave what they have. Leo is a musician that sings about the kind of love that Ana scoffs at. His w...
Honolulu: Present day On the outer edge of Honolulu, in a suburb called Kaimuki, nestled at the base of the Diamond head Crater, on the island of Oahu, Ethan Grant sat on a wicker sofa in the sun room of his cousin Ashley's home. In his right hand, he spun an external drive from finger to finger. On the drive was a video recording a weekend of unbridled pas...