XXIII Near Emma’s and Charlotte’s flat was a news agent where the girls and their friends often went to buy newspapers, milk, magazines, sweets and food, as it was one of these news agents that stayed open long after the supermarkets closed. It was a fairly modest shop, with a standard selection of alcoholic products and the full range of magazines, cigaret...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
For the next several hours Kate and I explored each other, whispering comments of delight at each new discovery, and raising each other to higher and ever higher plateaux of ecstasy. Kate was an instinctive lover who, from her starting point of almost total innocence, grew rapidly to teach us both to communicate our needs and desires more openly and honestly...
So. My name is Taralee. My story begins at the end of summer, 1964. Less than a year before, my city had been convulsed by the assassin's bullet that shattered our dream of the American Camelot: the unimaginable assassination of John F. Kennedy, followed by Jack Ruby's live-on-TV gunshot that created a generation's worth of conspiracy theories, then the...
My first ever story. I will continue it if people like it. Prologue The rules were clearly written on the first two pages of the book and the final warning was on the third: Before turning this page four people, two men and two women, must agree to join the game, to choose a part, and to follow all rules. Fair warning, once this agreement is made, it cann...
This story is based upon true events. Names have been changed. * Daisy and Tara Mason were, as far as I was concerned, the two hottest girls in town. Their good looks were equal parts genetics, hard work, and the best clothing and beauty products money could buy. Since the day I first saw them I knew I wanted nothing more than to make love to both of thos...
Twenty-six damn steps. I knew exactly how many because I'd climbed them dozens of times over the last several months. However, that day it seemed like there were twenty-six hundred. What on earth could have possessed my sister to buy a house on a hill? Head down, I felt the hard touch of each step resonate throughout my body as I struggled, climbing on leg...
After what happened with Father McGowan I didn't return to finish my penance. In fact I stopped going to church all together. My parents were furious and I began to rebel. The tension eased slightly when Father McGowan convinced my parents to let me be. "Let her find her own way," he told them, "she will return when the time is right." I laughed when my m...
Ch. III: Thursday Susan woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. She lay in bed mulling over the events of the previous day in her mind. She still had a hard time believing that it was all real and not a dream. As she got out of bed her satin gown rubbed against her nipples that had grown firm as the pictures in her mind played the images of her and Linda t...
This is part one of a series where Simon finds being away from home brings some real pleasure. I had stayed at the Yarbrook Bed and Breakfast twice before whilst on courses in the nearby town. The company I worked for couldn't afford the expensive hotels that cost almost three times the rate we were paying at the Yarbrook. Besides, there was something very...