I drove into town to be met by a wall of hostility, not the usual hostility associated with a stranger taking up residence in a smallish country town, which I was, but the hostility towards a man taking the place of a beloved citizen, which I also was. I was because I was guilty of buying up the beloved citizen's property in a mortgagee sale. What the hosti...
This is the first part of a much longer saga I have written in my head but am only now getting round to putting to paper. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or older if noted. Fair warning, this story involves peeing, drinking pee and girls eating each other out. If that's not for you then feel free to find another story. Still with me? Good. Com...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY -------------------------------------- Evening, all. There's nothing like an old time copper . . . or, at least, there's nothing like the fun and games the old time coppers used to get up to. This is the way it used to be when PC stood for Police Constable instead of Political Correctness. --------------------...
The continuing story of Norma Rogers, living through the Second World War as a young mother alone, raising twins while holding a job as the head of a Voluntary Ambulance Unit in London. Also serving as an ATS officer she teaches methods of patient rescue from damaged buildings and transporting them. She has now been called upon to make contact with a German...
The wartime story of Norma and James Rogers and their twin babies continues as they struggle to remain a family, even though Norma and James are thousands of miles apart. Their only communication was heavily censored letters that took five or six weeks at a minimum to travel between the writer and the reader, ensuring that they had to make what could be far...
Chapter one -- Compromising Images Although I was sexually excited about the implied control aspect of the situation; it had more than a hint of unpredictability about it. If the situation got out of hand then god knows what the consequences would be. No, I'd just have to trust to luck that the four young Chinese female students in my first year BA hons Eng...
The moment she walked into the restaurant, I knew it was her. I should have known who it would be, anyway. And, I must confess, I’d been pretty certain. But seeing her made things different. I looked at the slender figure poised in the doorway, silhouetted against the rain-wet street outside, and I thought to myself: dearest God. This is where it all...
In 1817, a good friend of mine, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, suggested that if a writer could infuse "a semblance of truth" into a fantastic tale, the reader would suspend judgment concerning the implausibility of the narrative. I've infused some truth into this story (scientists think about 42% of men with sickle cell disease will get priapism at some time in...
My name's Steve Birch. I'm a 26-year old Londoner, and I'm virtually irresistible to women. That's not male bragging, simply a statement of fact. It's not just because of my looks, although at six feet tall and slim, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, I'm attractive enough. It's not because of my personality, although I'm generally considered intelligent,...
This is an original work of fiction, written by the Wanderer. It is posted on this site with his permission. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Anyway I take full resp...