Britt arrived home next morning on time and was delighted that Marty recognized her instantly... and Rita said of course he could because Britt was his mother. She looked at Britt and shook her head saying, "I'd forgotten what too much drink and sex and insufficient sleep can do to a person. You look as if you've aged five years. Put Marty down early and wi...
I wrote this long before the Martian came out. Now it feels a little like this has been done before, except, the Martian had no one with which to ease his tension. Nor was there a monster on the loose. ***** "No" Monica murmured. Still, she tilted her head exposing her neck. Brian brushed her blond tresses aside and trailed kisses down that deliciously vu...
Ok, it's something one doesn't admit to doing. You, me, us watch the Soaps? NEVER! But it's strange how millions of people around the world are addicted to the Soap Operas. Interesting how you kinda know what's happening in the nightmare, complex world of these serialized dramas because you have a friend or relative who is one of these millions of addicted...
XXIII Near Emma’s and Charlotte’s flat was a news agent where the girls and their friends often went to buy newspapers, milk, magazines, sweets and food, as it was one of these news agents that stayed open long after the supermarkets closed. It was a fairly modest shop, with a standard selection of alcoholic products and the full range of magazines, cigaret...
XII "Are you staying with Mum again tonight?" Maisie asked Emma while they watched two of the cast of St. Denis Road making love. Maisie had become rather accustomed to seeing such sex scenes and Emma didn't really feel at all embarrassed to be with her as the couple carried on in their enthusiastic way. But she did get a little embarrassed by Maisie's qu...
This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy, and votes and comments are welcome. Nick and Thien finally... I got a postcard. Proper stamp and all. "You are invited to a special picnic. Saturday, 12 o'clock, we will pick you up. Yours, Thien." This was a bit odd. A written invite, to...
No man who was there will forget Beach Red 1 on Tarawa. Our assault landing came on a beautiful south Pacific morning, November 1943. That day left so many indelible memories. The brilliant tropical sun, the calm azure sea; the deafening noise of battle, the hoarse screams of dying men; the whump of the flamethrower's arc into Japanese pillboxes. And the ste...
Author's note: Hey friends, I decided to completely revise this first chapter, it needed a lot more depth and since it was my first submission, I was just testing the waters. Please re-read it and leave me comments! I have really been enjoying working on this series. "Tell me everything you need now, anything at all..." Soft vocals drifted through the house...
This is a story about a husband who has a wife who suddenly becomes dominant in their relationship. It is written in response to a story idea request posted by Astramedial. It contains a wife who takes control and a husband who becomes submissive to his wife's humiliation and use for pleasure. It also contains some MM scenarios. If this story does not fit wh...
I awoke in his arms as I always do. He was awake, watching me sleep. He smiled and brushed a strand of hair off my face. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips on mine, my favourite way to wake up. Our lips pressed together, our tongues twisted. No other parts of our bodies touched. It was a little rule he had some mornings. I loved every inch of our s...