Chapter Four -- Wendy Takes Charge November 1984 Robert wanted Charlotte to stay the night but they both knew it was fanciful and a downright dangerous idea. Robert Fellows may be the housemaster of Bridge House but he was still a student at Chelmsford College and would be subject to expulsion if they were caught. "Do that thing to me again and then I'll...
Marilyn kept in constant touch during her stay in Brighton. She had tracked down the church where her great grandparents were buried and traced some of their ancestry through church records and the indulgence of the local priest. She would send me short text messages with the data and I would log it for her on software designed for the purpose. She had made...
© Andyhm. 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This story is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years ol...
I woke naked in your bed and was disappointed not to find your slender body pressed against me. You were long gone, rushing off to an early morning meeting leaving me to sleep in. Rubbing my eyes, I surveyed the room, smiling as I noticed the evidence of last night's sex. Your favourite knickers lay on the dresser where I had tossed them the evening before,...
Gina isn't classically beautiful. Well, she does have a world class ass and thighs (both pleasantly large for her five foot two inch, 105 pound frame), a flawless complexion, and an exotic face; but you won't see her photo as one of the world's thousand most beautiful women. However, the quality that she does have that undoubtedly puts her in the top thousan...
Doug and I had been best friends since the first day at school. Who knows why you choose your first friend? It could be that your mothers push you together. It could be because you turned up at the school gates at the same time. Or it could be because on the first day you sat down next to each other. All I know is that Doug and I were friends from the first...
The first time it happened by accident, at least on my end. On the Friday, I had moved in with a new flat mate, a woman I know from work. She'd given me the keys and gone to off to Brighton. I didn't expect her to be at home when I walked in on Monday afternoon. In fact, I thought that the noise from her bedroom was the alarm on her radio which had gone off...
"Joseph, I have to warn you, if you keep hanging around me, you're going to convert to Islam," Wafa "Wawa" Ali said, and the curvy, bronze-skinned and raven-haired young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman smiled coyly at her friend and classmate, Joseph Berry. The tall, slender, Afro-sporting, brown-skinned young man, originally from the City of London, U.K. looked...
2016 December "You're not from these parts, are you?" Seeing as the woman who said it had a Dublin accent that sounded like she just got off the boat, it was a little offensive. My dad did not think so. He laughed, "No, dear, we're from England," and my mom added, "from Brighton. I don't know if you've heard of it." "Of course I have." "And where a...
And here we are at the end of another mini-series. Not quite sure what got into me with this one...take it up with my muse I guess? But I had fun writing it and I hope you had fun reading it. I still like the hucow idea, so feel free to suggest things to me and I'll see if I can incorporate them into the story. All comments welcome! Fire away! ***** Si...