Jane knew all of my sexual fantasies, as I knew hers. We had been together for fifteen years and still led an active sex life. We were no prudes or shy about the subject and over the years had taken part in various threesomes and group sex. December the twelve. Myself and Jane had decided it was a good night to get a couple of bottles of wine and divulge in...
CHAPTER 1 Angela Cherrington left the party disgusted after she'd gone into the family room and saw a guy with a beer bottle hanging from his bared butt and two middle-aged nude women on the floor going at it, head to tail. She left seeking a bed at her girlfriend's home, annoyed her parents continued to have revolting parties. The only child's parents wou...
A massive thanks to Nora Fares for being my very first editor ever (after all these years I finally bit the bullet team) and to the great Randi Black for another inspired event. Here it is then. It was a very dull overcast day in the History Department of the large West Country University, and post-graduate student Holly Cogdale picked up her one-hundred-a...
Story edited by Spyro. I would like to thank the editor for doing a great job with the editing of my story. I have made some minor changes after the edit. If there are any errors in the grammar, it is my doing. I hope you enjoy the story and I am open to any comments. Enjoy. ************ Chapter 1 Checking the clock on the wall, it was eight-thirty in th...
Chapter 13 On Friday David phoned Alex. "D'you fancy coming round for some beer at home? Celia is out on the town, so I'm housebound." There was a moment's pause before Alex replied. "Sorry old son, I'm out on a date. How about Saturday at the pub?" "That would be good, but if you came to mine instead, Celia would be there and the three of us could have...
Witch-Hunt It was one of these projects that take over your life and develop their own dynamics. After deciding to postpone writing my own dissertation and making some money to live on instead, I had done research work for one of my professors. It was about the witch trials in the seventeenth century in my home town, which I had completed together with two...
Chapter I "Well at least it's better than that place in Innsbruck," Grace said matter-of-factly as she peered into one of the bare cupboards. "That place was absolutely awful." Sandy sniffed the stuffy room as the cupboard swung open and was grateful when Grace closed it again; it was musty and stunk. "Yeah, OK, we had to share a bed, but that wasn't too b...
For the real Brandy, wherever I may find her LATE MARCH Silence Ruffles Many pictures Staring back at me You've been so long And had so many sisters... "That's all I've got so far," James told Brandy, closing the notebook. "But it's not bad for being inspired by someone I've only talked to twice, is it?" His extroverted friend gave him an uncharacte...
I remember three key details from when I first saw her: her hair; what she wore; and an overwhelming feeling that I would get to know her. I had no idea who she was, and though I could tell she was attractive, right then and there I didn't feel an overwhelming physical attraction to her looks. What I did feel, however, was an attraction to her in a manner be...
STORY OUTLINE/SYNOPSIS On holiday in Jamaica Sandy Armstrong's eyes lingered too long on three feminine items in a display window. By biometric means he was singled out as a possible sissy or the like, and the information sold to an international organisation. Sandy receives a surprise visitor at his flat in London, a shemale, who seduces him and he eventu...