Kelly Mercifully, Kara actually did let Kelly shower and clean herself off before climbing in with her and scrubbing herself clean. Kelly found herself unable to stop rubbing and caressing her doppelganger. The lithe young redhead's body seemed to beg to be touched. Soon the two were kissing uncontrollably and groping at each other before stumbling out of t...
Sorry this last chapter has been so long in coming. Keeping the family business going in Mr. Obama's economy has not been easy. * Monday morning after the infamous Halloween party, Brian Cunningham left his last class of the morning and headed toward the frat house for lunch. Walking across the quad, he heard a mature female voice from behind. Turning towa...
Thanks to Ada Stuart for taking time from her busy life to provide some very helpful constructive criticism. I don't believe this would have been as readable without her contribution. I'd joined Adelaide & Tash as a junior partner in the audit department. It pissed off some of the more senior associates and made a few enemies for me. But I came through the...
"Gentlemen and ladies. I hold in my hand the greatest elixir ever invented. I call it Doctor Washburn's Miracle Elixir because Washburn is my name. I must confess that I did not invent it. I discovered it on one of my journeys to the holy land. It's powers acknowledge no limitations. It's secret ingredients come to us from the mysterious regions of the far e...
PROLOGUE Saturday 2 October 2005, 1643hrs Harry Crabtree had just seen his beloved Villa go 2-3 behind in the 88th minute and was in dismay at the certainty that they would stay in the bottom three relegation area for the next fortnight. Then, he felt his Palm PDA vibrate to show he had received an email. Glancing at his mate Gary, who was using Harry's w...
It's Time... The story of two partisans, beginning in southern Italy in WW2 beginning just before the Allied landings. This story could be listed either as Romance or Non Erotic, it isn't a sexy story, in fact it is rather bittersweet. The idea for the story came while the author had the tune Come back to Sorrento rattling around in his mind. Verses of the...
It was one of those jobs that a young tradie like me dreamed of when he first started his own business, a renovation of an old family home in an affluent suburb. I knew the house and its owner because I'd worked there before when my old boss did the maintenance on it before he retired. The Sampson family had lived here since the current owner's great-grandf...
By Egmontgrigor2020 Chapter 1 Women's underwear designer Basil Newton shot out of his armchair to join the conversation between his wife and daughter, who'd remained seated at the dining table over-looking the dinner left-overs. "What did you just say to your mother?" he asked, voice raising an octave. Bebe (Barbara) frowned and said, "I told her I've m...
My name is Polly, I am a twenty-five-year-old post-graduate University student at University in Leeds, researching the behaviour of electronic systems under a variety of stresses. Not the sort of subject that gets the boys either entertained or interested, but which should eventually lead to a profitable career in the IT industry. That is my plan, at least....
Author's note: In my last story (which I was surprised to learn was posted over six months ago!), I observed a man as he appears today and attempted to write a fictional back story to explain why he is the way he is. In this story, I will attempt to do the opposite. I have observed a woman the way she was many years ago, and will now attempt to create a fict...