... Continuing on from the previous chapter ... Chapter 18 North Dakota Bismarck is a pleasant little city and the state capital of North Dakota. I found myself surprised at how hilly the environment was, particularly near the Missouri River that cut through the city. I'd been on some pretty flat land getting there. The Northern Pacific Railroad dominate...
I'm sorry I've not written anything new in a while, but my second book has been doing better than I could've ever dreamed of. I hope you all enjoy what you're about to read, but keep in mind, that like all of my stories, this one, too, is pure and total fiction. That means that anything CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional story. In the mean time, I wi...
(A few years back I was putting in a new air conditioning unit at this bank. When on lunch, a female teller told me a story about this beautiful black chick, Candice, that had worked there. Because she had such a nice personality and was so 'mag cover gorgeous,' it seems she was courted by at least three different handsome men at once. These Guys didn't have...
This started out as part of my Conversations universe, but turned out a much longer story than I usually write. I do not apologise for its length, however, having received several emails complaining that I just write flash stories and offer nothing that readers can really get their teeth into. If you're not keen on long stories -- don't read it. If you're...
Prologue: This is a story written by adults for adults and contains adult language and mature sexual content. It involves no young children; however, it does involve a teenager slightly below the age of consent. It does involve mildly non-consensual sex but no overtly illegal activity. It is completely fictitious and is written solely to entertain and arouse...
I know this one is long, but the way the plot wove into original sexual situations kept me writing. I hope you enjoy. ***** Chapter 1: The Arraignment "Would you look at her?" I took a sip of my champagne and looked at my friend incredulously. We were in a banquet hall with probably 300 other people. We were all wearing formal wear, and there were more t...
This is the twenty-sixth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit). With the Covid crisis in the UK I've had more time on my hands and so this episode is longer than the previous ones. Twice as long in fact. The y...
Gabriella The porcelain sink chilled Ella's scorching skin as she leaned against it and splashed water onto her face. She was burning from the inside out. A sharp pain gathered behind her eyes and rushed to the back of her head causing her to sway for a moment. Her hands balled into fists before she shook them out and repeated. Anything to halt the tremble...
Author's note: Part six. To understand where the characters come from, it is recommended to read the first five parts. Please remember to vote at the end. *** Chapter 20 All Things Must Change Ashley was watching Joe's face. His expression of concern when he left the classroom hadn't changed any, but the blood drained, making him appear as white as a s...
Port George was never a town I would have chosen to visit. It sat a really rocky outcrop on the North Cornish side of the Bristol Channel and took the full force of the North Atlantic weather. The village, jutting out on ragged cliff edges, wasn't the most welcoming place to be even at the height of summer and you kind of got the feeling that the Gulf Strea...