You know it's that time of year when you get all the copper-bearing bottom paint, the power sander, rollers, extensions and tape and head down to your sailboat for three days to redo the bottom in preparation for re-launching it for the sailing season. Old clothes, a tall ladder to get up into the boat with and the pleasure of a shower each day after the mes...
I turned the key and switched off the engine. The engine ticked as it cooled in the unforgiving winter air and we both stared nervously at the squat, unappealing building in front of us. My heart thumped in my chest as I turned around to look at Sarah, the seedy neon lights from the building reflected in her eyes. I could see the same nervous energy in them...
Copyright © merf68. Please respect copyright. This is a work of fiction continuing the story from Greengages 01, 02 & 03. Any similarities to people or places is purely coincidental. It contains material of explicitly sexual descriptions between consenting adults and includes the following categories: F exhib, M/F, M/F fetish, tv If any of the above are n...
Authors note: this tale is a companion story to my other stories 'The Maid's Tale' and 'Further Adventures of the Maid', and is probably best read in conjunction with them. The topic arose from feedback comments from readers who wanted to know more about the Baroness, and felt that she needed a story of her own to render her less two-dimensional. This is for...
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...
I moved to the big city to become a model. And I know what you're thinking, this sounds like the beginning of a bad porno where the young innocent girl sleeps with agents to get a deal, but you're wrong. Originally I'm from Massachusetts, not far from Boston, where I lived with my parents and younger sister until I moved to New York when I was twenty. I got...
After a disastrous couple of years at Bay State College in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, I cost my family a ton of money and got into a bit of trouble. When you're a nice young man from the island of Haiti who's lucky enough to have your parents pay for your schooling, you ought to be thankful. Oh, I'm not an ingrate but the reason why I failed is becau...
Charlie calls the phone sex line, again. Ring, Ring.... "Hello, this is Samantha," said Rose listening. When no one answered, she spoke again. "Hello? Who's this?" "Charles, but everyone calls me Charlie," said the caller on the other end. "Hi Charlie," said Samantha, her real name Rose. "What can I do for you today baby?" "I need to hear a woman's voic...
"This place is beautiful," Ankha said, as she walked through the Museum of African American History in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, with her lover, Jesslyn Collier. The two female Blood Drinkers came to the Museum the moment it got dark, and thusly safe for them to exit their new Lair, a stately mansion located within walking distance of Spelman College. I...
All characters are over 18 years of age. *** Nora and her family had been considering for some time whether it was time to leave war-ravaged Aleppo in Syria. They had been preparing to leave if things got much worse. Unfortunately the decision was taken out of their hands. Nora and her parents had been on their way to the market when the alarm sounded. Her...