Scrabster, less than two miles west of the town of Thurso on Scotland's north coast had once been a major fishing port and ferry terminal serving the Orkney and Faeroe islands. It was now a refugee camp for hundreds of displaced souls from the south, wanting to travel north to Orkney, hoping for a better life. Patched tents and ramshackle shelters crowded a...
I want to thank Engwrites for the idea and support for this story. Without his help, this would be a much worse product with a much less tightly focused narrative. I know it's a little weird to have two stories in the works with similar general elements. I think you'll find that the tone, story and feel of this one is sufficiently different that the overlap...
When he contacts you via Birchplace you do your usual on-line searches about him. You find out that he seems to be what he claimed to be, a financial guy working for one of the private banks based in Canary Wharf. He is 45 years old, twice married with five kids between the marriages. He is rich and he doesn't seem like what most people would call a "nice gu...
New Year's Eve found Lori sitting on the couch in the living room with Tiffany's head on her lap and me sitting in my recliner watching some mindless sitcom when Lori broke the silence by whispering "This is nice." as she gently stroked Tiffany's hair. "It's a shame we are going to have to end it soon." she continued softly, locking eyes with me as she said...
Author's Note: Thank you all for your support of this story. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would still be working on Era Erotica come 2019, but here we are! Your feedback, comments and messages have all given me the fuel to keep writing, and I've got plenty more planned for 2019. Happy New Year and I hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: This a work of fic...
My friend, Susan, is fidgeting as she drinks her coffee at my kitchen table. She called this morning right at eight and said she had to speak to me in private as soon as possible. I replied a little uncertainly, "Sure, come on over anytime this morning." Susan arrived twenty minutes later. Susan put down her coffee cup and made a face. "There is no easy way...
This is the first chapter of a long multi-part story involving 2 different families, the Churches and the Streets. It will span several decades and generations. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Summary: A wife tries to give her husband his longest held fantasy. Even the best of intentions cum with a price! Leslie Church nervously walked through the ABS. She cou...
I met Nicole at a party. It was still early in the night, and she was standing alone, untouched drink in her hand. To my surprise, no guys were lining up to hit on this very attractive girl in a classic black cocktail party dress, but she definitely was giving a stand-offish vibe - she was obviously uncomfortable, waiting for a friend to come back. I was pre...
Chapter 12: Business as Usual? Edited by Susurrus I spun around in my chair, back toward my desk. Having such a great view from my home office, overlooking the resort, may have been a mistake -- it's too easy to get distracted by the beauty of the natural views, and too tempting to perv out on all the humping going on. I really needed to concentrate on pr...
It is ideal to read the first part of this story to have a better understanding of this part, but you can still enjoy it as a stand-alone story... ***** KATHERINE sat at their usual study table waiting for Chidebem. He had gone to help Nana move some firewood and food supply that just arrived. It was Sunday afternoon and they were doing their usual study...