Memories, both fond and otherwise, can be recalled by the least expected of external stimuli. A snatch of conversation, the scent of a Spring blossom, a few bars of a tune long since in vogue. Many things. So it was the other month that whilst queued-up in suffocating heat, waiting to board the Chunnel train back to Britain, that my glance fell upon one of...
Chapter II - Sweet Agony. What is life without honor and values? – Just simply existence in a beast's leather. Values - the only and true difference between humans and other creatures. However, sometimes the meaning of human existence can only be given when the animal wakes up within him, the beast that is fighting for the humanity. While the half of th...
"This story is fiction and is the last in my Forbidden Lovers series" It was time for the two lovers to return to reality and there really was no way around that. As they boarded the plane neither of them knew for sure how it was all going to turn out. All they were sure of was that they would go through it together and that their passion and love was stron...
My name is Sulochana Kanolkar. I am 26 years old. Though I am educated, as I came from a very poor rural family, I had to get married to a well to do middle aged businessman of 57 years. My husband's name is Babanrao Kanolkar. I am an average looking woman - very fair, long hair, about 5' 6" in height, a figure of 34 - 27 - 38 and good skin texture etc. Bein...
Julia had just finished with her last patient of the day and while recording her notes she couldn't help but think about the similarities of the man who just left and her own, James. Not that she had any interest in the patient as it was her strict policy to never have a personal relationship with her patients, at least not while they were her patients. Jame...
Lcw. A tall figure sat in the corner staring at the girl with the blue sparkling dress fitting ever so tightly to a body that should only belong to him. She sat at a bar chatting away at the unsuspecting male companion who only looked up from her tits when she said something funny. When he kills him he would make sure to gauge out his eyes to prove a poi...
Chapter One I had watched the other students in my American Literature class file out of the classroom before walking up to Mrs. Tammy Billings' desk to await whatever she had asked me to stay after for. I could easily see the latest chapter of the romance novel I was writing sitting in front of her, and I naturally assumed that the coming discussion would...
People seemed to like Karen's story, here is Chapter 2. Let me know what you think, both good and bad. I try to edit my stories but I haven't found a good editor yet to help, so there could be a few typo's. Jack Chapter 2 – More denial and humiliation August 23rd, 2008 Karen stayed naked after getting out of the shower except for her robe. She knew s...
The welcoming orange glow of the hotel reception lights winked at me through the rain that splattered against the windscreen. A beacon in the darkness, but was it sanctuary being offered? I stared at the entrance, my hands gripping, white knuckled, to the steering wheel. I was insane, I had to be; but then looking back over the last few months, thinking of t...
I took the last, long drag of my cigarette and held the smoke in my lungs, then crushed the still glowing stub into the metal ashtray on my lap as I exhaled the blue smoke out in to the night air. I was sitting on my balcony, naked, sipping on a generous pour of whisky. I tried to concentrate on the view of the city laid out before me. The CN Tower rose bold...