Travelling Folk Series Pt. 03: Glastonbury Games Part 3 of the Travelling Folk Trilogy Copyright 2000. By Paul. All events and Characters are fictitious. Well, nearly all of them. The Glastonbury music festival certainly exists. As far as I am aware none of the following events have ever happened at one. Glossary: For Fanny read Vagina. Click Here to lis...
This story contains descriptions of an explicitly sexual nature. Any participants have at least achieved their 18th birthday and all sex described herein is with mutual consent. The story line and characters are entirely fictional: any similarities are purely coincidental. It contains elements of the following: inter-generational incest; transvestitism; v...
I heard the phone through the cobwebs of too little sleep, the late night cheeseburgers and more than a fair amount of scotch. By the second ring, I had nimbly thrown myself on the floor and was attempting to stand. On the third ring, I forced my eyes open and started the run to my office. This was not unusual for me. I live in an apartment behind my o...
Author's Note: I know it has been a while since I last posted a story, and while I am working on the next installment, I figured I could give you guys a small background into one of the characters that will be introduced in the next series. I feel that without this bit of knowledge, the quality of the character will be misinterpreted, and it might diminish t...
Chapter 1: The Beginning My wife is a very extroverted, sexual and gregarious person. This is an explosive combination in someone who is 35, but looks 28 or so, with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones and a permanent flush. She is 5' 8" tall, with long legs that seem to go on forever, and is a size 12 (English size; for the US readers, this is...
CHAPTER 1 Flint Jackson yawned his way across the near-empty supermarket parking lot, thumbs tucked into the shoulder straps of his backpack, black Acubra at a rakish angle hiding most of his tight blond curls. He wondered didn't American women have anything better to do? The supermarket had opened at 7:00 and already at 7:25 there were forty vehicles par...
Birthdays are often unusual events. Some of them you can remember and some of them you can't. One thing most of us share in common is that we usually have at least one person in our lives that tries very hard to make our birthday memorable. Without a doubt the most exciting and certainly the most memorable of my thirty birthdays came on a warm September even...
The start of this piece is slow journey. It unfolds. Go with its flow, as you would on a hot, sultry summer day. The erotic rewards are towards the end. This is work of fiction created purely from my imagination. Any resemblance of the characters to people alive or dead is totally coincidental. ***** Madeline looks out of the open kitchen window. It is s...
The incessant pounding of rubber soles to pavement thumped focus. Then determination. I can do this. I will do this, each stride seemed to say. I must do this, thought the runner, why I don't know, but I won't rest until the training is done and the race is complete. The sweltering heat was relentless. Lelanni wanted it that way. Anyone can train at six in...
Prologue The stealth ship approached Earth in a weird orbit, first hiding behind the moon and then, after careful analysis of its collected data, in the tiny, constantly moving shade behind a group of geo-stationary satellites where no radar would be able to detect it. Once inside the geo-stationary layer it drifted among the debris, slowly descending witho...