This is the last chapter of The Siochan. I've had a love/hate relationship with this story but I tried my best to do it justice so you could at least have a conclusion to it. I hope you enjoy the final chapter. Once more my thanks to WorldHistoryBuff for her editing skills. ***** A wave of pain crashed over Nathaniel and he groaned and curled up into a b...
I want to thank Valphund for his wonderful work editing my work. I try to make each part spotless but still he finds so many mistakes. He's the reason this story is readable. I'm a chronic re-writer though, so the version you're about to read isn't the version he worked on and all mistakes in the chapter are mine and mine alone. This part involves a bit of...
Warning - I like reconciliation stories. If you´re looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you´re wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. Thanks to SexyGeek for editing help. Any errors still present are probably mine because I´ve fumbled around with it afterwards. *...
Some readers have already made up their minds that Lynette's husband Jerry is going to 'wimp out', and grovel to get her to come back so he can become a voyeur and watch her continue to cheat. The tendencies some of you believe I have to wimp out may not necessarily apply in this case though. Not everything turns out the way we think or even hope it should...
I guess we all wonder what our last thoughts are going to be when we're dying. I know I hadn't expected that moment to come upon me so soon or while I was enjoying the sensually warm waters and superb beach of a five star hotel. I thought the odd looking little wave that came rushing at me perpendicular to the beach was just a confused but harmless ripple, n...
It's odd how you tell one car from another just by sound, but I knew it was Aunt Em when I heard the car pull into the driveway. She's not actually my aunt. She and Mom were college roommates and have been joined-at-the-hip best friends ever since. Her parents stuck her with the name Frances Marie. Everyone calls her Marie except Mom, who calls her Frankie....
I had never felt so lonely in my life as the day I returned to my home after cremating my wife. Suddenly I realised just how much I missed her and had depended on her always being there by my side. I had to be truthful with myself I had taken her for granted, for she never complained, but must have been in extreme pain these last few months until that dreade...
This is the second installment of Army Times. Although it will stand alone fairly well, it continues on the previous story. I want to thank Psyche_b_mused for her invaluable help in editing these stories, truly they would be much less enjoyable if not for her. Leaving Georgia I had watched the retreating lights of Blaire's car smoking a cigarette when I h...
[Author's Note – This is a continuation of Promises, Rules And Their Breaking.] "Clothes off." I found Robbie just getting dressed when I got off work at 4PM. "Hi. How was your d- mm? Mmmm mmm?" I'd been desperate to kiss him all day. Talking could wait. "You're still dressed." I nuzzled his neck. He smelled freshly scrubbed. "So are you." His hands were...
On the surface of it, Miles Mallison had everything that a man of his age and status desired. He had a business that had developed from a small real estate company that was a graduation gift from his wealthy father. It wasn't, however, a gift given of love, because there was no love between father and son, it was a gift given of some filial obligation to a s...