Margo Needy was having another rough night sleeping. It had been a week since her son Elliot had gone off to study in Paris. With only texts to go on Margo's prodigal son was having the time of his life, even mastering the French language. Not to mention he had already set his sights on a cute French student, even though he shared no info on the girl at all,...
David and I are mid forties, David is six foot one, slim and a hard worker, I am five foot eight, dark haired, swim to keep my figure, large tits which are heading south, but still make men look!! We have been married for fourteen years, I thought happily. Then this! We live on the edge of town, fields beyond us so we get a fair amount of wildlife in our ga...
Although I was over qualified after I graduated and accepted a one as an Internet operations officer for one of the high street retailers. I was offered better jobs but I took the one with the retailers because it paid reasonably well and more importantly meant that I would have to relocate down to the East Midlands. Ever since my parents decided when I was...
Aida and I have been married for over 8 years. We are both in our mid thirties. We don't have kids because my sperm count is low. My Doctor says it's impossible for us to have kids without doing a battery of tests and procedures. We were busy with our careers so we put that off. I am a pale guy of Irish decent. I could stand to lose a few pounds She is Latin...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; STORIES HAVE A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED; HERE BE DRAGONS] [All characters and events are fictional; any similarity to actual people or events is coincidental. No harm is intended for any person or organization.] * It had taken almost six months to set up this p...
Warning this story was written in England using English vocabulary, spelling and grammatical conventions. Some readers can find these disturbing. * My palms moistened, my heart began to pound. My chiming mobile was telling me that Rita's friend was actually calling to speak with me! I stabbed the buttons, clumsily. "Ms Lewis?" "Yes?" My hand was none too...
This story is a work of fiction based on some of today's headlines. No one in this work is real, or is this story even based on a real person or event. Pretty clearly everyone mentioned is over 18. As always I appreciate constructive criticism to my inbox. I continue to venture forth without an editor because these way too long and rambling efforts are mine...
Chapter 22 The next few weeks passed without incident. Christmas was getting close and I had gone to the city to see if I could find a few things for Jan. I didn't want to get anything too personal so I thought that a sweater for the winter and maybe a piece of jewelry. I didn't want to scare her off so I didn't get carried away with an expensive trinket bu...
Author's note: This short vacuous stroker is fiction. People and places are made up. All players are over age 18. Tags: museum, mummy, sting, curators, remorse, Flame Game. Views expressed may not be the author's. Details may be incorrect. The naming convention is deliberate — see note at end. Enjoy! ***** WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN ***** A nemesis with a...
"HELLo James Ian." "Ummm! Hi. Desmond right?" "Yes. Forgive my Mother. She will learn her place as I get older." "Place?" If James could physically swallow in his spiritual state he would. He had a very strong hunch that this Reflection was not right in the head. At least he couldn't read the thoughts James had. "You are correct James. But, wrong that I...