Let me say before 'Anonymous' attacks my story as being something that is unrealistic and could never have happened, I have personal knowledge of this story. The character of 'Shuffling Freddie' is based on a real person, as are the other main protagonists, and the reason for his bizarre behaviour is as depicted in this story. I have merely used my imaginati...
There I was. In a place I barely knew. My hands at my breasts. Yanking at my nipples as if they didn't belong. Doing exactly what I swore I'd never do. Completely out of control. About to come for the umpteenth time in a row. Maybe I should tell how I got into this predicament. Maybe then it will make some sense. Maybe knowing more about who I am will help...
Sandra went deeper into the murky underworld of deceit, and past a message onto Mr Cheesman, letting him know, she was willing to give him the diamonds back. The reply soon came, and Cheesman was more than willing to discuss matters and asked for a meeting. Charles found himself sitting in the Range Rover overlooking the river Welland as the early morning m...
I snapped, "Kat!" and saw her jump, watching me now, waiting for my command. "Thoroughly clean Alice....use your tongue." Without consciously thinking about it, my breathings stops; and I wait for Kat's reaction. ~~~Kat~~~ Huh? I swear that was my most coherent thought as his words permeated the thick fog of hedonistic lust that filled the room and his...
The weather turned and November was in full force, the days mostly rainy and dreary. All of the leaves had fallen from the trees, and her secret garden was now shades of browns and grays, mottled with a few evergreen bushes. Despite the dismal environment, Seneca still ate her lunch in the small park when the weather wasn't too egregious. Godwin didn't joi...
WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The a...
I awoke to the devilish laughter of Dean echoing in my ears. Which promptly coalesced from dream memory to real world sounds of the twittering song of a woodland wren, or some such songbird. It was dawn already. Since the end of everything survivors tended to rise and retire with the dawning and setting of the sun and we counted the passing of days by the...
Readers, thank you for all your input and encouragement you have given me for 'The Magazine Girl' series I've written recently. If you are new to my work, I might suggest looking back at my stories about an older gent, a young woman and their escapades set in the beautiful North Georgia mountains. A page has turned now, as time unwinds to a new season, new r...
Author's Note: Thank you for your infinite patience and supportive comments. I won't bore you with excuses as to why this took so long, just know that I was doing my absolute best in the circumstances; as we all are. A chapter to follow this one has already been queued, so you can expect it fairly shortly. Another to follow that is in the proofreading stag...
Part 1: Roger Ask any historian of British naval history about the late Rear Admiral Sir John Ambrose 'Bull' Bullamore, DSC, and they will tell you he is a legend: a ruddy-faced, pugnacious, larger-than-life character, the son of a humble provincial tailor who rose through the ranks due to a combination of superb tactical awareness, daring and courage in co...