Andre was in love. Not with a woman but with Europe. Like so many others, he had chosen to spend his last summer in college Eurorailing his way across the cultural capitals of the world. He had spent a few days in Paris, before heading over the Swiss Alps. He had loved the music scene in Vienna where he had heard an entire concert of Strauss waltzes played i...
SUNDAY JUNE 24th The short flight between BWI and Newark brought me in late afternoon and I rode the monorail and train into the city. I was feeling nervous, but looking forward to seeing Ali again. It had been five long days since she returned to New York without me. Five days when I missed her more than I believed possible. Five days when I had thought ha...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
It is the year 50 AD; Roman invaders had set up enclaves throughout the southern lands of Briton. They had met with fierce Pagan Kings who fought bitterly against them and also showed the same aggression toward their neighbouring counterparts. One of these Kings was Alfred who had spawned two children, a boy and a girl. His son who was every bit as fierce a...
A daughter of Briton meets with a solider of Rome and finds all her hopes and dreams now ride on his rock hard hot throbbing cock "OOPS! Thats not right." rest on his strong shoulders... Ch. 1 – A Village Forsaken The whisper of wind through the standing stones faded as tendrils of night and light fog crept over the dry dying fields. The first frost was m...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as...
Bill Holder tried to sleepwalk through life, after Jennifer divorced him. But his wakeup call came from the police. They politely informed him that his 14-year-old daughter, Lisa, had been arrested for shoplifting. Ashamed that he had neglected her, Bill became a dedicated father. Now twenty-two, Lisa was a senior at Boston College, on her way to becoming a...
Thirty souls did congregate within that empty palace on the outskirts of New York, well, perhaps I should correct myself, twenty-nine souls for I was one among them and the undead have no souls. Ten men as angelic as Lucifer before the fall stood around conversing near the banquet table filled with fresh meats and very poor Cabernet Sauvignon. Blood red wine...
We had an early call arranged with the concierge and were up, showered and dressed in time to have breakfast before meeting Pat and Don. We got to their hotel and they were waiting in front as yesterday so we all walked south towards the Arno River and the Uffizi Museum. When we arrived there about ten minutes later, the lines were completely around the cour...
Benjamin drove a rented car to the suburban address that Francis had given her. Kahnawake, Quebec was on the south side of the St. Lawrence River. Row upon row of posh houses with grand lawns created a bucolic setting. This town reminds me of Stepford, Connecticut. I wonder who does the programming here. Benjamin parked on the street in front of the address....