After that night with Angela, I waited a week to go back to the Pub. I knew she was leaving just a couple of days after our hookup. That was why I waited until then to take her home. It's a little awkward to have a one-stand with a girl and then run into her at your favorite bar again under any circumstance, especially if that one night stand involved her be...
Thanks for the tips Waratah! Hope you all enjoy ;) ~~~~~~~~~ From the moment my sister dropped them back at our house, the girls were whining and pleading to go back to the pub. On Monday the younger one gave her classmates an account of what life is like in a country pub, complete with instructions on how to replace a keg. I'm not going to lie; I was...
BEWARE: THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF SEX AND HUMILIATION. This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. *********************** On the wa...
Edited by kanga40 He stumbled down the walkway, mumbling to himself, slightly swaying from side to side. Although expensively dressed, the suit was wrinkled, the tie hung loosely on his neck, a day growth of facial hair apparent, hair ruffled, eyes blood shot from excessive alcohol, but he had a smile on his handsome face. He had appeared from an alley beh...
This is chapter one of a short series of stories inspired by a love from 23 years ago now refound. A drink in the countryside It was a few days into the trip and most people had settled in with their host families well. There were a couple of issues with one family that meant the teachers in charge had to focus on that leaving the rest of us a little more...
** My first attempt at a longer piece - do let me know what you think! ** ***** I was always a patsy for being sent to conferences at short notice, the price I paid for being single, childless and pet-less. This particular conference, my boss reasoned I could drop everything and head to Liverpool at short notice, with a couple of hundred quid as a sweetene...
"People always ask the wrong questions." A cloud of beer breath enveloped me and I looked up to see a typical Friday night lager jockey. Six pints in, tie askew, sweaty, aging skin loose and jowly. Washed up on my table, spun into me by a social eddy, pushed loose from his office friends by a strange current in the busiest pub in London. He looked down at me...
"Hans, I can do you a favour." said the voice on the phone. It was my mate Rob. "There's a girl who works with my next door neighbour who's just got divorced and isn't looking forward to a lonely Christmas holiday. I've been seeing her since last month but I'm going to give up. She's a bit old for me and it's not going anywhere. She's a good looking bird who...
The arrival of the Brigantine Sacrum Maya VI It is May 28, 1830, when Edward-Maximilian Williams went to work like every day. He is 23 years old and was born on December 31st, 1806 in London. Edward-Maximilian is 1.81 m tall, he has blonde hair, a mustache, gray-green eyes, a muscular body and his angular face usually has a smile on his face. Edward is an on...
The first part of a fictional series about a small coastal village in Suffolk UK, which had many hidden liaisons, and relationships. ***** "Oh god Mike, I'm going to cum, fuck, don't stop, go on, go on, oh my god, yeeesss!" Alice certainly enjoyed having sex, and once I'd been invited in, I learned how she had a bit of a reputation in the community, at le...