Patience was the voice of Ronnie. And it was Ronnie's voice that I had liked best of all. I'd even told Patience so, in my audio review. I felt my face flush. But Patience didn't look much like Ronnie. She was short - maybe 5'1", and couldn't have weighed 100 lbs. soaking wet. The only things they had in common were thick eyebrows, and long hair - though P...
One Afternoon Kali did not do nervous. After her life, after all she'd been through, not then not now and not never. She'd dealt with some sketchy mother-fuckas, she'd dealt with large sections of society that wanted her dead or at least gone because of the color of her skin. She'd dealt with the other sections that hated or distrusted her because she was a...
As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to go...
As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh, she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex so her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to...
Author note: Apologies for not uploading much, I don't have time for much writing but I am very thankful for all the feedback, I assure you that the other stories are (slowly) being written, I just don't want to sound like too much of a broken record with the writing, hopefully that's not the case! Also still no editor so apologies for any mistakes. Hope you...
This story is semi-autobiographical, very semi. As a young 'tradey' working on a plumbing job at a palatial mansion, I was confronted by the vision of the young lady of the house sunbathing in a tiny bikini. What follows is where the story diverges from the biographical to, firstly and briefly, my dreams of what might have been if I was the son of a wealthy...
Hello and happy new year. This is a follow up to a story I posted at the end of 2013. Reading the first one, "The Bastard", may help understanding this story but is not a requirement. The first thousand words are a rehash of the previous story but if you can't remember it, it might be worth looking it up. It's funny I have been trying to bash two stories i...
It was 1996 and I had just finished studying and completed my education. I was born and bred in a small town in New Zealand, a distant and exotic location for some, but I found it cold and boring. I graduated from university with a physiotherapy degree. The downside of my education was my student loan, which had ballooned to become larger than I'd anticipate...
Regaining my composure I walked back to Ottilie's room. "See Ottilie he's here, Taylor only went to the loo." Sylvia was saying to the comatose Ottilie as I entered the room. "Ottilie, Ottilie," she repeated, "Taylor's here now. Ottilie..." "It's no good, she's gone again by the look of it." Sylvia said with tears running down her face. The nurses and doc...
George Orwell said, "the more a society goes away from the truth the more they will hate those who speak it." The moderators of the site pulled the story because of the facts I pointed out in my preamble. I condemned both the left and right. Which apparently got both sides hating me because I was proving that their outlandish statements about my political v...