Howard phoned me a few times over the following weeks. The last call he told me he had been away a lot but said he had some African businessman coming to stay next week, I told him that was the week I had arranged with work to have as a holiday. Howard said he would try to get some time free during that week so we could have some fun, he asked how my arse wa...
First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if y...
I first saw it while I was doing the dishes. I was scraping an untouched plate of stir-fry into the garbage. Theo had called with an apology and an excuse. Last-minute emergency. No one else available to cover. Coming home late. See you in the morning. The usual. After dropping the clean plates into the sink I found myself just staring out the kitchen wind...
Richard had not been immediately welcomed into 'The Close'. He had been tolerated. Tolerated because of his marriage. Richard's fortune came from dirty money. Dirty in that he made things. He had started as a blacksmith. He now made a lot of things in iron and ferrous metals. He was not always neatly dressed. He didn't wear a suit to work. His tone was often...
Lillielle frowned as she walked into Bugman's, the reek of too many bodies and too much ale assaulting her keen sense of smell just as the raucous racket of coarse laughter and drunken dwarves attempting at song assailed her ears. Her brother turned to her cheerfully and waved himself away; following his gaze she saw that there was a game of dice in progress...
In the ruins, there was a chamber, such as it was. To the present day human eye -- to one who was not specifically entitled to be there, or one who perhaps had stumbled there by chance, but was not unwelcome, it was little more than a half fallen-in dusty hole, with a soft and somewhat strange glow in it. No one ever came here anyway who drew breath, and any...
This story features bodily functions, including scat play, so those offended by this should read no further. There is also a good deal of corporal punishment. All characters are well over 18. ***** Eleanor was amazed at how wonderful both her disciplining by Annette felt and her subsequent intercourse with the visiting Senior Correctional Officer. She had...
She stands looking out over the emptiness that surrounds the cabin. Mile upon mile of it, stretching off into the distance in all directions. But this is her home, the one she had made with her husband Isaac and which they share with her sons, the much-loved product of her twelve year union with the farmer from Minnesota who uprooted her for her comfortable...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains straight, gay and bi-sex. Just so you know ahead of time. THE FRENCH VISITOR PRELUDE Andre had just fucked Cynthia and her 20-year-old daughter Janet into oblivion with his morning piss-hard-on. He relieved himself and washed his hands but did not wash off his cock. He wanted Chris, the 19-year-old son to taste the pussy...
This isn't really a second chapter, but it is a sequel, to "With Wendy's Guidance," which evidently left some readers wanting more of Wendy, James, and the nameless narrator lucky enough to have both of them. ********************************** As you recall, as I certainly do, and often, early April of my junior year at college was very...interesting. Dear...