An uncle of mine would often reiterate an adage he recalled from his days in the British armed forces (circa WW2), "Never volunteer for anything!" Especially when you're drunk! But then again, just sometimes... Clarification: Mufti = out of uniform or dressed in civilian clothes. Sort = a female of the species, usually (but not always) a rather good looking...
The first time ever I saw your face When Matt first saw Jennifer she was sitting at her desk in the ad agency rummaging through a file and shouting at someone over the phone. The office was usually loud with voices and the pandemonium of ringing phones, but on this occasion Jennifer's voice seemed to stand out. She immediately attracted Matt's attention. S...
It was just like any other Wednesday night. My seventeen year old daughter was in her bedroom creating a make-up tutorial for her Youtube channel, my fourteen year old son was having a shower, and my husband was trying to seduce me. Sixteen years into my relationship with my husband – and you'll surmise from the dates that he's probably not Sadie's father,...
He didn't look that weird when he walked into the room. Actually, he had a nice face with a pleasant smile, and it was clear that he worked out regularly. But there was no getting past the blue spandex suit, the red cape and, of course, the big S on his chest. For at least the tenth time I silently cursed my editor for assigning me to write a story about a...
-Author Note- This is my first real attempt at any story of any genre, I dedicate it to S.B. who has always been a tremendous support and soldier in the battle for pure and simply happiness. It has never been easy, but it has always been a joy. All feedback/critical analysis is greatly valued; I want to get better. Thank you. ***** -Chapter 1- My shoes...
It was a beautiful Saturday morning as the light poured in through the windows of the third floor Greenwich Village loft apartment. Ryland Abernathy stirred beneath the thin cotton sheet as he felt the warmth of his girlfriend's body pressed up against his side. Her naked limbs tree-branched over his in a sidesaddle cocoon of familiar comfort. Her sun-kisse...
The note I left at the end of the last chapter seems to have been misinterpreted by many readers. I'm not playing manipulative games, being rude, or holding readers to ransom. I made the mistake of letting my enthusiasm get the better of me and posted Chapter 01 before the story was complete. Many years ago I used to write on another amateur site where posti...
It began as a joke over beers between college buddies, but in the end Jack Hinkly was the one with egg on his face. Jack Hinkly and Bill Anderson had been friends since the first day of college. Fate had them assigned together then as it did now ten years later. Jack had looked up his college roommate soon after moving into town. It was no longer just Bill A...
Freedom! My twin sister and I were eighteen and free until university which for me was the summer plus a year away as I was taking a year out with my youth orchestra buddy, Ellie to earn money doing gigs and some busking before we started our studies in earnest. She would be going on a scholarship to the Paris Conservatoire whereas I would be doing maths, ps...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some d...