Romy and I found ourselves physically and emotionally exhausted with all the sex action in the town square, and so we gratefully accepted the mayor's invitation to rest in a private room in the town hall, grateful also for his official invitation after the rest period to take supper with him and his staff. He told us someone would let us know supper was bein...
She was 'The One'. Definitely. As soon as I saw her standing there on the corner, looking at those postcards, I knew it. We were driving by in a friend's car, the first day of university, everyone getting to know each other and there was me, spotting this raven-haired girl as we went by. That would have been that, of course. Me, I was a shy boy at that age ....
Her bedroom certainly wasn't what Jack was expecting. The floor was littered with piles of clothes, the bed hadn't been straightened out in weeks, probably not since her mother had left her a week earlier and tiny lacy things were hanging lopsidedly out of drawers and off door knobs. But really, Jack shouldn't have been surprised, in all his months of watchi...
Kelly watched the tall rugged man slide down off of his horse and slowly make his way over to her. Their eyes locked when he was about 20 feet away from where she was sitting. Her horse was tied a few yards away. She broke eye contact for a moment and looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere, a good half mile away from her small farm house. How in the...
As stated in chapter one, all names are fictional. My first submission of this got rejected on spelling grounds; to be on the safe side my spellchecker this time has adopted US rather than UK spellings. However "arse" and "darlin'" are deliberate, so I hope that the editors bear this in mind. Sorry for any spelling inconsistencies between this and chapter 1...
Mary's daughter had been moody from the start of the holiday, making it obvious that she didn't want to be there. Neither did Jack want her there. Carol was a nineteen year old behaving like a nine year old, finding something to complain about at every opportunity. The taxi was late and she fretted that they would miss their flight, then was annoyed, rather...
My name is Montana Witherton, and I'm a photographer for an international geographical magazine, a freelance writer for an adult porn rag. I'm thirty years old, six-foot-two, well built, with tanned skin, grey eyes and unkempt dirty blonde hair. I could be rich in a life of luxury, sitting behind a desk, running the empire my father meant to leave to me and...
Sara opened the door with a hesitant hand, her fingers curving around the edge of the wood, before pushing open enough to fit her slim figure inside. Her dark brown eyes were wide, peering into the room. The cautious movements made her feel like a beginning burglar, trying her best not to actually commit a crime as she stepped through the threshold. There...
The hustle and bustle of the oversized store was not something Kara wanted to be in at the moment. The pain between her eyes made it hard to concentrate on her friend's back as they made their way through the crowd of people. She felt like shit, plain and simple. Why couldn't her friend have just gotten her the medicine she needed, alone, while she, hersel...
It was Monday evening and Jilly was even livelier than usual, giggling like a school girl on the other end of the line as she tried to relate the past few months of her life to me. It had been a long time since we'd spoke and I was looking forward to seeing her again. I brushed my blonde hair across one shoulder and shifted the phone uncomfortably against...