Author's note: Any geographical errors are my own as I've never been to England and there is only so much you can learn from looking at a map. ***** 'Now isn't that just fuckin' perfect,' Chris Ryan thought as he inspected the damage to the rear tire of his bike. From the length and location of the tear, he was certain that the repair kit in his bag wasn...
I want to thank Slipperywhenwet for the beautiful work she did in editing my story. She was fast, accurate and a pleasure to work with. Also I want to thank DaddysLittleStrawberri, for her willingness to help me too. ***** A couple of months passed since our fight with John and Mary and I have written the story of our encounter and posted it in an eroti...
Thank C.R. for all your help with my last few stories When I first started posting here I was embarrassed about my writing, but now I feel very proud of what I do, my real name is L.A. Wicker, I wish I could change my username to that. Thank you all. ****************** “Damn, I hate that bitch!” Carl muttered as he walked from the building. Carl was a sho...
Peggy was trying to decide between her pink poodle skirt and the black and white checkered, when her mother called from the bottom of the stairs. "Peg," she shouted, "You have a phone call." "Coming, Mom." She tossed the skirts on her bed. "Checkers," she thought as she scampered down the steps. "Slow down," her father muttered from behind the sports sect...
Peggy looked beautiful in her red evening gown. It had thin spaghetti straps, a low back, and was cut down the front just enough to show off the tops of her breasts. "You look gorgeous tonight!" Fred told her, "would you like to dance?" She said yes and they walked to the dance floor where Fred put his arm around her waist and let his hand rest in the small...
For the Love of Peggy - He loved her, but she loved another. A story of how unrequited young love changed with time. It takes place in the late sixties and early 1970s, a time when the flower children of the baby boomers were leaving their teens, a time before the internet, before DNA testing, before birth control pills were readily available for single wom...
(While technically BDSM, this is a comedic story) * Peggy looks at me and as if she's reading my mind says, "You will be working late today." I try not to let my groan of despair be too audible. Peggy is nice enough to pretend not to notice. "What can you tell me about Sylvia Winton?" Peggy begins. "Head of Human Resources, she's married with no child...
As per request, here is part two. This is a work of fiction. All characters involved at least 18 years of age. No resemblance to real people or events is intended. ***** It was one year after my passionate night with Peggy that I ran into her again. It was by total chance that, as I got onto the train for London, I saw her sitting alone by the window. I...
Chapter 3: Fourth Date "I hear you helped the Browns start their car today," Peggy said. They were on their way to Brian's house. He wondered how she could speak so casually about something he had done that day. Had she forgotten what they were about to do? "Yes, I had to push their car out of the garage so the jumper cables would reach. I'm going over i...
Daniel tapped his fingers on the desk as his eyes skimmed the documents in front of him. Even though he tried to focus as best as he could, he could already feel his eyes drooping downwards, gaze slowly turning blurry. He shook his head, blinking a few times as a yawn escaped through his lips. Sighing in defeat, he closed the file and reclined on the seat, t...