Catherine Somers stared at the wall, feeling physically sick, and wondered how the hell she got to this place in her life. When she'd been promoted to her current post she was the youngest female Assistant Commissioner in the history of the Metropolitan Police. Now, at the age of 44, she just felt washed out, incapable of coping with her life anymore. Of cou...
There is little sex in this story, and the little there is implied rather than described graphically. The reader will have to use imagination. * Chapter One I first met Eve Chatsworth at the behest of her husband, Aubrey. We worked for the same company, Sunrooms. We supplied and fitted double glazing units, conservatories, Fascias and conservatory furnitu...
Author's Note This story was inspired by an ad placed on a "No Strings Attached Sex"website. I contemplated dividing it into chapters, since it is quite long. I hope those who read it, enjoy it. I am indebted to BrownSugar82 and Juicy Starchild for their editing which has made my story more readable. * It was three thirty on Friday afternoon, and I was co...
Wednesday evening, now 3 shopping days to Christmas Lady Barbara was fuming once she was able to close the door on Daniel. He had kissed her on both her cheeks, of course, he always did, and she had tried to squeeze him hard into her but she already knew that all was lost. His physical lack of response was evident. He offered to help her relight her fire w...
"Well, what do you think, Joe? Do I look cute?" He winked at me. "Don't look like that, I'm only teasing you. Come into the kitchen, I haven't finished cooking yet. Open that bottle of wine and pour us a glass. Glasses are over there in the top cupboard." I didn't know what to do. Seeing Sam dressed as a woman had really startled me. I hadn't expected him t...
"Have another one," the voice cried and the farmers' son felt a cool beer pushed into his hand. He squinted, trying to make out the outline of the person who had given it to him but it could be any of the dozen people celebrating his eighteenth birthday with him. He fell slightly to the side as he leant on the bar and groaned, putting the glass to his lips....
All characters in this story are eighteen or over and above the age of consent, sex is entered into willingly and is consensual. English (UK) is the prevalent language, if the spellings arse, mum or colour offend you, this is not the story for you. Happy reading. ***** "1379281 Johnson P D." Peter Johnson stood by the entrance to his cell, the door bolt...
Copyright© 2009 by Denham Forrest, The Wanderer My thanks go to my proofreaders LadyCibelle, and my friend SH, for attempting to sort out all of my co ... foul-ups! But I must remind the reader that I still retain my annoying habit (Well I would be surprised if I doesn't get right up their noses, after all the effort they put in on my behalf!) of fiddling w...
I am slouching near the front of the store when the radio earphone crackles into life, making me jump. I hear the store manager's voice announce, 'It's "them"!'. Then the radio clicks off I shake my head, as if to get her voice out of my head. After 3 years working with her I still find myself amazed at how much that woman winds me up, how much I dislike...
Chapter Five - The Cottage May 1986 Detective Sergeant Archie Sanders and his partner Detective Constable Sandra Tingle had stopped at a layby on the A12 near Mountnessing and were drinking tea purchased from the take away food van and smoking cigarettes. "This is the worst cup of tea I think I've ever had," Archie Sanders poured most of his drink onto th...