Chapter 2 -- A knot hole and other holes Hot summer days seemed to follow one another in happy succession; it was a good summer and Gary was happy to make the most of it. Getting tanned would certainly be useful for his probable autumn visit to the sun on the other side of the world. Long white sandy beaches, blue skies and warm water - idyllic holidays; th...
David Rutter, vicar of Chigwell drove up to the mansion that housed the Sisters of Our Lady of Succour. In the car park were a fleet of black luxury cars – a Bentley with the number plate SUC01 and a succession of six others that included two Jaguars, a BMW, two Porsches and a Nissan 300zx, all with similar number plates with ascending numbers. Mrs. Marcia...
David stood in front of the window of his study, overlooking his garden and hers as well. It was afternoon and the sky was filled with dark clouds. They raced along, bringing rain and heavy gusts of wind that howled around the house. It was the perfect weather for a good old-fashioned Dutch Happy Evening. The children would be singing their traditional son...
"Are you kidding me?" I told Niki! Whoa! This was too much to handle. "Now James, I know it sounds kinky and weird, but would you do this for me? Puulllleeeeeaaaaassseeeee?" "But Niki ..." "Please James? I would be forever indebted to you. Puleeaase?" Shit! How can I refuse her? "Niki ..." I replied with a worried look, "this is going to be embarrassi...
Hello, and welcome to the twelfth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. [Laurel - please insert here 'SnipTales.jpg' - sent by Alex March 9] If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in b...
Rob, one of my wife's friend's sons, called to our house the other day. Apparently he was struggling to find work and he was desperate to earn some money for a rock concert his mates were going to and Bev's friend had told him that Bev had said she needed to get her car washed and the garden tidied but didn't have the time. So there he was, bucket and sponge...
[Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got, and home did trot as fast as he could caper; To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob with vinegar and brown paper. When Jill came in how she did grin to see Jack's paper plaster; Mother vexed did whip her next for causin...
Oh Shit, Ouch! This is going to hurt. Those were my last thoughts as I felt the rear end of my car slide. Despite my best efforts I could not correct it and I was on a one way ride to the wall of tyres about 10 yards from the edge of the bend. So, what was I doing on a wet Sunday afternoon on a non-descript race circuit in front of a handful of die-hard sp...
I have reworked a story I posted a few years ago. I hope you enjoy the changes. Many thanks to "adetaildiva" for her help and editing. Please vote and comment, I love feedback! * I struggled to draw the arch of the naked model's back. She was leaning to the rear, against the wall, with her feet forward and head below her arms. She was voluptuous with soft...
WARNING: Right-thinking readers should stop right here and find more acceptable sexy reading elsewhere. * During the long wait for his wife to die Freddie Short thought about life after Shelia's death. He'd miss having her beside him in bed, for sure, but what about during the day when she'd chatter on much about nothing and pester him to take her somewher...