Abby
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Abby had little difficulty in getting to this point on the B3227 from Taunton heading towards South Molton, and guessed that somewhere on this road she should see a sign indicating her turn. Yet as she drove further and further into Devon she became uneasy that no such sign had revealed itself. Navigation became more of a problem as she drove deeper into the countryside, signposts, when you could find them, indicated a destination which then received no further mention at all upon succeeding signs. High banks on either side of the road meant that she had little clue as to where she was, the only point of reference was the ribbon of road unwinding ceaselessly and vanishing under the bonnet of her car and the occasional signs for some oddly named village or hamlet. As she passed through villages such as Wiveliscombe and Bampton she wondered if she had gone wrong, and seeing the sign that said South Molton was just five miles further on, decided that indeed she had gone wrong. Swearing mildly under her breath Abby was giving thought to turning round and retracing her path.
Suddenly she caught that breath, there was the sign. Leaning gently against the high banks that enclosed the road with a vigorous growth of Ivy as camouflage, she would have missed it had she not been driving slowly looking for a place to turn. It was a peculiar sensation, and her heart was beating furiously as she made the turn. A name that had previously existed only in hearsay and on a map was now fact. Her mother had mentioned the name a few times without thinking, but would not be pressed on its significance. When her mother had died, Abby was nineteen, there was no reference at all to the name in her personal effects, which were few, there was no birth certificate, and the only official document she could find was an out of date Passport, giving the birth area as South Molton. Abby’s history consisted of just her Mother’s death certificates, and her own birth certificate. Abby now realised that she could have obtained a copy of her mother’s birth certificate, but as is the way of things she had not thought logically at the time. She would repair this oversight as soon as possible. She wondered why her mum had a passport, as she had never travelled abroad.
Combe Linney, as Abby spelt it was not even marked on her road map, and she had to resort to the Ordinance Survey to discover the location, again there was no place spelt Linney, but there was a Combe Lyney, near South Molton, and she assumed that this had to be the place. Its sum total consisted of two black oblongs, and a round dot with a cross on top, presumably indicating a church. There were no A or B roads that ventured anywhere near the place. If this wasn’t the back of beyond, then it was pretty close to it.
The mystery could not be investigated immediately as Abby had after her mother’s death, to consider the business of life, a job, somewhere to live. Her mother had left her little, but a stubborn trait that helped Abby survive the numerous jobs she took in the financial and insurance trade, making tea and coffee for surly men and women who viewed her simply as the office gofer, they would have been surprised if they had known that Abby did not merely put their drinks in front of them, but closely studied what they were doing. They didn’t know because Abby was invisible, unimportant, not even missed when she left to go to a better job, using all she had learned to pack her C.V.
She was twenty-five when she started in the City as an equity trader, the years of watching and learning standing her in good stead. She would not say that she was a brilliant trader, there were many more that could turn Sixpences into Sovereigns at the drop of a hat, but she was intuitive, and with no family to call upon her time was content to work all hours to achieve her goal. In a business where employers counted the hours almost as important as the success, she was regarded highly.
The commitment to her work had left a gaping hole in the rest of her life, particularly the social side. Starting early, and rarely getting back before nine or ten p.m. left her too exhausted to explore the nightlife that abounded about her. The one indulgence was her flat, a rather luxurious two bed roomed apartment in a block in Kensington, reasoning that with all the hard work and hours she put in, she deserved a base where she could relax comfortably. A fleeting affair with a co-worker that fizzled quickly when his wife became suspicious, was the extent of her forays into anything that could be called a social life, but then the skills that she needed for a social life could not be described as highly developed, lacking the experience that would enable her to discern those who would care for her, from those who would simply use her.
Her closest friend was Roz, a glamorous woman who lived in the same flats, who described herself as an Escort. Abby could guess what that euphemism concealed, but not being judgmental thought none the less of her for that. Roz had been helpful to Abby, advising her on dress and make-up to fill the void left by Abby’s mother, a woman who had little knowledge of these feminine arts herself, but then holding down three cleaning jobs would have given her little time to acquire, or require, these talents. The help of Roz and Abby’s chequebook allowed her to assume a confidence she didn’t always feel.
Abby was quite tall for a woman at five foot eight, and had inherited a slim figure, which seemed to maintain itself no matter what junk food she consumed during the hectic working day. Light brown hair that she described as Mousy, but Roz insisted was dark Blonde, cut short for ease of maintenance, level brown eyes, and a full mouth, that smiled easily. She would never describe herself as beautiful, and most days her looks were secondary to working efficiency, but on the couple of occasions that she had been out with Roz to parties, and under Roz’s tutelage had put on the ‘Glam’, she had been subject to lots of male attention. The problem was her social skills could not stretch to flirting, and with the appropriate responses not given the man soon lost interest, and she returned to her flat alone, with no prospect of that situation changing. She lived and worked in one of the most vibrant cities, yet stood on the outside, an onlooker, unknowing of the rules that would let her join.
This situation did not bother her too much, although sometimes she looked wistfully at those who seemed to have so much going on in their lives. If she had ever been part of the social whirl, and was then excluded it might have given her some pain, but what you have never had, you do not miss. Spare time, the little that she had, was spent reading, usually books about the Industrial revolution which had become her hobby, and watching the Discovery channel on Sky. Holidays had been a luxury she could do without in her need to pursue a career, consisting usually, as in this case, of a few snatched days, alone and exploring some place that had been significant in the industrial past, the mobile phone ever to hand in case she had to return. It had taken all those years before she finally decided to try and resolve the conundrum.
Now she was just a few miles from somewhere that could be very important or of no consequence at all. As she drove a prick of fear came to her mind. Was she doing the right thing? The old adage was now forefront in her head. Be careful what you wish for, as your wishes may sometimes become true. Was she about to turn over a stone that had something ugly underneath? Hesitancy and fear almost overwhelmed, and she let fate make her decision. If there was somewhere she could turn round easily, she would do it and forget this obsession. If there was no chance of turning then she would go on.
The road was so narrow that any vehicle coming in the opposite direction would involve one or the other reversing in difficult circumstances for some distance, she hoped it would be the other. It wound its way tortuous
ly between high banks, never letting her have a sight of anything more than fifty yards ahead, until it emerged on an embankment just a few feet above a marshy area. Another of those old road signs declared that the embankment was unsafe for any vehicle over 30 cwt. Abby could just remember from her schooldays what cwt. meant, one and a half tons! The embankment rose to a bridge spanning a river, dropping back down the other side to a few more yards of embankment, then plunging back into the high banks and starting to climb. Just before her view was cut off she noticed to the left, a series of brick arches, carrying some other form of transport across the marsh. Beyond the banks was a forest of mixed trees, some deciduous, some conifers of unknown types, she recognised Beech grown so tall that it arched over the road, creating a tunnel of foliage.
The road was obviously used but rarely, with a detritus of mud thrown from the corrugated tyres of tractors covering the crown, that rich soil supported a good growth of grass that brushed the underside of her car. Streams seemed to prefer the road to their normal courses as her tyres splashed through water almost every yard of the way. The lane climbed gradually, ascending into a valley she could not see. Then out of the trees a rock built abutment reared at the side of the road, another set back a little could be seen on the other side, no deck connected them, the railway, for she felt sure it would have been a railway, long gone. Possibly, she thought, the reason for the low viaduct she had glimpsed across the marsh. The road continued to climb, but more steeply now climbing out of the forest, although the high banks still hemmed the road. Occasionally, a gateway to a field would afford her views of the stupendous Devon countryside, with irregular small fields lying seemingly at random over hills of varying height as if a patchwork quilt had been thrown carelessly over an unmade bed. To the southwest they stretched away to the foothills of Dartmoor, and to the northeast to Exmoor, only fleetingly glimpsed.
She drove carefully not wishing to rush headlong into any problems the way might present. The lane continued to twist and turn, passing even narrower lanes, which vanished between the hedgerows within the space of a few yards, unmarked on her map, and unsigned by the local council, as if their purpose was a secret, known only to those who had business in these parts. She felt she should have reached somewhere by now, and pondered the comments that had been made to her that West Country miles are longer than miles measured elsewhere in England, possibly she wasn’t in England any more. As she drove round yet another tight bend she caught her breath, for suddenly the vista of the Valley opened before her, and equally as suddenly the lane disappeared from in front of her car. She braked urgently.
The road now descended, at an impossible angle, so steeply that Abby felt it would be safer to abseil down. An ancient road sign leaning, drunkenly into the hedgerow, its black and white pole pitted with rust, the sign at its top, surmounted with a once red triangle informed her that the hill was one in four. ‘That’s never one in four,’ she informed the sign, ‘that’s vertical.’ Locking the automatic into low gear, she tentatively started the descent. The whine of the engine rose to a crescendo, dying away as she used the brakes and then rising again as she let the car run against the brake of the engine. At the very least, she thought, anyone approaching the hill from the bottom would hear her, and not attempt the climb until she came past. At last she reached the bottom and broke out of the hedgerows and trees, onto the valley floor. There had been nowhere to turn at all, so fate had decided for her.
The lane followed the valley for some distance, passing a few small Cob cottages, each attended by barns and outhouses. The small, undulating fields upon which cattle grazed, seemingly unfazed by the passing of her car, just merely lifting their heads for a moment to look incuriously, and then returning to their patient cropping of the grass. The banks were not so high now allowing a better view of the surrounding country. The Valley was not flat, but undulated smoothly, rising to small coppices, and hillocks that fell gently down to the river which flowed at the valley bottom. The road and the river kept a sort of company, the road having more sense of direction although it still could not be called straight, as it traversed many small hills and side valleys, while the river meandered. Sometimes it was completely out of sight and then abruptly returned those same small hills and side valleys brushing it aside in its journey along the valley bottom.
Another of those old road signs with the red triangle appeared, this time warning her of a junction. Negotiating yet another bend she came upon the junction. No white lines in the road to observe, just another lane of presumably equal importance, or equal unimportance joining. The road seemed to veer to the right so she went that way, at the last minute noticing a faded sign showing left for Combe Lyney, one and a half miles. She couldn’t believe it, all that way and only two and a half miles covered! The stories were true, West Country miles were longer than English miles. As she was committed to the right hand road she carried on and immediately drove over a slight hump. On top of the hump set into the road were railway lines, once covered by road stone, but now revealed by the traffic, which over the years had thumped across them wearing away the tar and grit surface. Abby had been very interested in History at school, particularly the Industrial revolution and the urge to explore such artefacts of the industrial past was never far away. Impulsively she determined to have a look at this one, stopping where the lane seemed a little wider and switching off the engine.
Leaving the car she took her first breath of the Devon air, her head swirled with its effect and she almost staggered, a glorious rich soup of scents enriched with oxygen assailed her senses and as she breathed deeply filling her lungs with the potent mixture she felt as if she had grown an inch. At first she was astonished by the silence, but as the engine noise which had accompanied her for the last two hundred odd miles faded from her ears, she realised that the silence was punctuated, no accompanied by the gentle rustle of the river and the chatter and flurry of birds. The day was typical of late March. The sun was there but often hidden by the clouds, which hurried over the valley. When they broke for a moment, she could feel the warmth that the sun promised, but too soon the clouds ganged up and became overcast once more. The birds that she heard seemed to time their chatter and flight to coincide with the sun’s brief appearances, as if they were unsure whether it was the right time to be nest building. Most confusing for them she thought. Getting out of the car had also brought their bluster to a momentary halt, and as she moved a scatter of small birds burst out of the hedgerow into a brief flight, only to disappear just as suddenly back into the hedge, a few yards further away.
She walked back to the level crossing. The rails ended abruptly either side of the road, presumably the scrap men didn’t want the cost of resurfacing the road to recover just a few pounds of scrap steel. At one side stood a weather-beaten solid post, easily one foot square, the remnants of white paint still clung stubbornly to its side, yet gaping regular holes in the face proclaimed another purpose. Abby reasoned that this must have been the post for the level crossing gate, and searched for its twin on the other side, but that was nowhere to be seen. Where the lines had been though, was easy to spot. No one had bothered to reclaim the land here, unlike the more urban areas, where the price of land made such a task economical. Westwards the line had curved away, following the valley. Eastward the railway bed became much wider, as if there was s
omething more important for the railway to do, and about four hundred yards away were some old buildings.
There was no gate to prevent her so Abby wandered along the way, uneasily at first as if she expected someone to come out and shout at her for trespassing, but more confidently as she made progress and no such challenge came. The way was almost choked with Bramble and Nettles, and footing was sometimes hard to find. She discovered that the bed was a series of undulations about fifteen inches apart, and wondered why, until she stepped on to an old and crumbling piece of wood, which was where one of the dips should be. She then realised that the undulations were the result of the old rails and sleepers being lifted from the ballast. The way was becoming more difficult now, and after almost tripping over a loop of wire half buried in the old ballast she decided to retrace her steps. Warm from her walk, she opened her car thankfully and turned on the air-conditioning. Shortly her temperature returned to comfortable, and she drove on, finding a place to turn around and then following the sign for Combe Lyney. The lane was now allowing her a much gentler route, without the sharp bends of earlier, and she could take more notice of her surroundings.
This was lucky, as otherwise she may have missed the overgrown lane leading off to the right, and the small finger sign, which announced STATION in pitted letters. In two minds whether to explore or not, she stopped the car. Again impulsively she decided to investigate and ventured up the approach. It was only short, and soon she found herself in a small yard. She gazed around. The yard would have once been cobbled, but now all that remained was some evidence of the hard-core, cratered and broken, with weed and brush that sprang through the cracked cobbled top helping to complete the task of reducing the top surface to gravel.
The station stood forlorn in front of her, a single storey building, built with rugged local rock. The building consisted of two gabled ends, joined by a single storey building running between them. The gables contained a single window each, whilst the joining part contained just two windows and two doors. The windows were all barred with planks nailed across. Next to the window in the left-hand gable hung a Board with the heading ‘GREAT WESTERN RAILWAY’. Below was a space, which Abby assumed from the tattered remnants of paper pinned to it, would have been for notices.
To the left of this gable was a double wicket gate, hanging open, set in a diagonally slatted fence that extended off to the left for ten or so feet before vanishing into overgrown shrubs and bushes. To the right of the station building about one hundred yards away was a house, built in the same style as the station, but two storied, with a steep roof. Projecting from the roof was a chimney, the bricks laid in a twisted style like legs on an antique table, and topped with tall terracotta chimney pots. Abby was certain that this house would have been for the stationmaster, who obviously lived on the job. Like the station, all the windows were boarded up. Beyond this house the remnants of a gravelled track leading off towards some more buildings about two hundred yards away, these she recognised as those she had seen from the level crossing.
Abby locked her car and walked slowly toward the gate, she looked round cautiously for anyone who would question her presence here, but the place was deserted. Emboldened she negotiated the hanging gate which half blocked the entrance and walked onto the platform. The platform side of the building was very different. The Gables were deeper and the gable ends had shallow bays with three narrow windows. Between the gables there was a large porch. She didn’t venture in as the winds, rain and the seasons had combined to fill the place as a natural lee with piles of rotting leaves. There was also the suggestive rank smell of animals. To the right as she stood facing the station building, and beyond the wicket gate was a simple wooden structure more like a large garden shed, but with an awning stretching out over the platform.
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You don't have to read my story, Soapy Bubbles, but this is a continuation of it... Hope you enjoy it!Something wakes me from my slumber, disturbs me, but I do not feel upset. My body is warm, I'm snuggled under the duvet and not yet ready to be dragged from sleep. I feel a touch, fingers feathering the length of my hip. I've been waiting for you, I've missed you.Mmm what's that? An arm snakes underneath me while the other slips between my arm and my side, fingers rubbing the silky material of...
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After many conversations we decided that this was something we were ready to explore. Lance, a mutual friend, was the person who was going to join us on our adventure. We had a couple lunch dates with Lance to address our proposal to him and while surprised, he was very willing to help us satisfy our fantasy. Westport and the Channel Lodge was this was going to happen. I have to admit the California King in room 201 was made for what we had planned. That room in itself with the...
Yeh meri nayi tab ki hai jab main army academy mein bharti tha. Wahan hamari drill instructor ek hot army officer, Captain Ayesha Roy, thi. Academy ka har ek javaan inn se darta bhi tha aur unki sundarta ka deewana bhi tha. Unse zyada gorgeous aur sexy aurat maine aaj tak nahi dekhi. Unki umar karib 32 saal thi. Rang gora, Height 5’11, lambe kale baal jinhe woh hamesha bandh ke rakhti thi bun mein. Aur unke jism ki baat kare toh. Unke boobs bohut hi bade aur Mulayam 40DD the. Aur unki gaand...
My name is Mathew, everybody calls me Matt. I live in a big city up north. Summer vacation is over and today is the first day of junior high school. That’s the day I first saw Karen, she was walking down the hallway with a couple of friends of hers. None of the girls that I went to elementary school with ever dressed is tight sexy clothes. Karen’s hips were swaying in a way I had never seen before. She was wearing black hip-hugger jeans and a form fitting green knit blouse. I could see...
It has been ten years since the meeting to build an interplanetary spaceship, with the building dock completed last year. Michael had gone to the dock to officially open the dock for operation, and it had been named The Queens' Port in honor of his wives. The first modules had been transported from Leti, and the ships assembly had begun. Now a year later, the hull of the upper half had been completed, and the AI's compartment was turned over. Because there were no entrances or exits none of...
Chuck “American Automobile Association. How may I assist you?” “My mom...” “One moment, please.” “Yes, Ma’am.” I’m certain she didn’t hear me. I dithered. The sound of a connection: “Is your mom a member?” “She says she is.” “May I have her particulars. please?” “Well, she’s peculiar...but I don’t know about particular.” A chuckle. “By particulars I mean her name...” “Mom.” “So I assume...what name does she give when introduced to other people?” “Cora Jo or Mrs....
Introduction: Amber and her Father continue their fun with Mom! Comments are appreciated Ambers Family Part 8: A Week With Daddy Amber hand worked furiously on her clit and finally she came all over her chair thinking about her Father fucking her ass for the first time. FUCK YES! she shouted to the empty home as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her body. She shuttered and moaned for a few more seconds until it was over. She slumped down on the breakfast table and looked at her cereal...
Katy closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her full lips. The overwhelming pleasure of feeling his hands running trails over her body making her shiver. His lips following where his hands were, the kisses leaving her body feeling like it was on fire. She arched her hips against his, the ache between her legs begging for attention. A warm wet mouth closes around her breast, making her gasp with pleasure. Her hands sliding into his hair, drawing him closer to her. At the same time she feels a...
I was 18, young and single trying to earn extra money over the summer holiday. I offered to cut the garden lawns on the various houses on my estate for a small fee. After creating a few leaflets I slapped together on Word I posted them in houses on the estate. It wasn't long before my mobile rang with a few people asking me to pop over and cut their grass. I had just finished the second garden when my mobile rings. I soft spoken man by the name of John asks if I can head over to cut his grass.I...
The girls decided to take a shortcut through the Section 8 housing development. As they were laughing and discussing who was whose boyfriend, they passed an alleyway. A sudden shout of "Action!" drew their attention. Being curious, young, and stupid, the girls turned down the alley. As they passed a ninety-degree turn in the alley, they came on a movie set. Along one side of the alley was the scene being shot. Three cameras were recording a nude black couple kissing. The young man was...
Coyoacan Mi Amor Ch. 2 The story so far: Online lovers Dan Lissner and Dafna Greenbaum finally have a chance to meet while Dan is on a business trip to Mexico City, where Dafna lives and works as a math teacher at an exclusive private school. This is a big step for a couple wondering how to take a fulfilling but sometimes frustrating virtual relationship to the next level of intimacy. They learn to their dismay that works sometimes gets in the way of pleasure. However, Dafna has her own way of...
It all began strangely enough with an argument with a couple whose party we planned on going to. We left, returned home and then had several drinks there. After a little bit we both decided to go out anyway. My wife, Susan, is an exhibitionist who loves to dance and while I appease her at times I would rather play pool than dance. Consequently when we go out she dances a lot and I play pool.We arrived at a dance club that featured a live band while she danced I played pool at a small table in...
Note to readers. This is a continuing story told to me by a friend who is strictly “trade.” He will permit me to tell of his gay affairs only if I don’t change his name, Verne and do change the name (s) of his partner (s) in that affair. If you have the uncontrollable desire to embellish this story, do so but do not make Verne into any person other than a guy who is so much a top with gay guys that he has never took a penis in his mouth or anal opening. You should note I am like a gay Dr....
The last day of the year had started out so normal. Jessica's parents were heading out to a New Year's Eve party with their best friends the Carsons. They would leave from the Carsons' in one car and return there early in the morning and crash there. That meant that Jessica could spend the entire evening with her best buddy, Julie.At sixteen, both Jessica and Julie and were both considered hotties. Julie was a dark-eyed brunette while her friend Jessica was a blue-eyed blonde. They had the...
IncestShe was the first thing I saw when I looked outside the kitchen window of our newly acquired house in the small Yorkshire village, and I was smitten the moment I glimpsed the saucy twintails in her red hair, the big eyes that appeared to look at the world with utter astonishment and the lithe form of her cute body, pale skin painted with delicious freckles and barely covered by the lime-green bikini. ‘Blessed be the weather gods for allowing me this sight,’ I thought to myself, quite aware how...
SeductionAuthor's note: Hank and William's second case. This one took a bit longer to flesh out. Coming up with new ideas is one thing, but executing them is another. Since I've run out of my own fantasies and am now writing stuff that has more complicated plots, it takes longer to put together. I'll try to write the next one quicker, but no promises. I would rather take longer than upload substandard material. Rabbithole by Hazel M Part 1: The New Girl It was the first day of...
My thoughts were put on hold when I pulled into the driveway of the two story frame house that would always be part of my memory of my dad. I had grown up here and I had nothing but fond memories of my childhood. Mom and dad were the center of my universe and they were always there for me. I learned early on growing up that it was always best to confide in them with anything that bothered me. They seemed to be full of good advice and could make the best of times better and the worst of times...
Since it’s that time of year again, baseball season, I recalled an erotic memory… A number of years ago, when our sons were younger, I coached youth baseball. I love baseball and my wife Nora strongly suggested that I coach our boys when they started playing. I had played baseball in high school and college. I was initially hesitant, but once I got involved, it was great. I guess it paid off too as all of my boys went on to play College baseball and were four-year starters. At the time, Nora...
ReluctanceWith the approval of the USN, "Sundowner" was allowed the free run of PRD 67 which was located over a large volume of space on the Galactic centre side of the Solar system. Along one side of the volume ran the approach and departure lanes for traffic in and out of the New London orbitals and those lanes were the reference point for that PRD which held a position constant to Old Earth. Charles and Clare conned "Sundowner" while TJ, Morg and Cedric controlled the Lone Rangers as the limits...
Mike Grines sits in the window of a secret TDF safe house. The envelope Roger left him contained a key with an address attached to it. Apparently there are things that Roger has kept secret from everyone. Through binoculars he sees the entire attack in the Oval Office taking place. The small apartment consists of a bed, dresser and small kitchen. The apartment has the prefect view to the White House, specifically the Oval Office. The one thing it does lack is a phone, however. Of course,...
Ok so I will continue from where I left off… I asked her “where you learned all this?” She said “I practiced last few years”. After me she had 5 boyfriends and settled for 6th guy. When we used to have sex in old days she was very shy in bed. Oral sex was no-no she didn’t even let me eat her pussy properly but i made sure i always eat her pussy. Today was different. She knew how much i loved her shaved pussy. When i went to bathroom to clean up she had stripped naked and was sitting on a couch...
Hello to all ISS reader, dosto ye ek sachi dastaan hai meri , waise mera name harry hai aur mai lucknow mai raheta hu .Ab apni dastaan par aata hu ye ghatna mere ek ristey daar ki shadi mai hui thi actullay wo lucknow se bahar rahetey they lekin ladkey wale lucknow ke hi they isliye wo log lucknow mai hi aa kar shadi kar rahey they wo bhi mere ghar se sab kuch ho raha tha . Mere ghar mai sab relatives rukey huey unhi mai se ek meri door ki buwa ki ladki thi name tha jyoti kareeb 20 saal ki hogi...
The world before him was strange. A place of pitch-black darkness where the only source of light appeared miles away. Random walked for what felt like hours. The glow his lighthouse pushing him forwards. The young man finally made it to his light only to be greeted by a sight that he could've never imagined. A large red serpent slithered towards him, its entire body radiated with light, it's crimson eyes peering from the shadows at him. Despite its appearance, it was the only source of light in...
RomanceI was sat in my fav dogging site one summers evening watching the ever present carpark chasers going round & round the few places that doggers frequent You could almost set your watch to howlong it took them to do a trawl of the sites & back again...So I decided to head to one of the lesser known spots as I had a thought there might be a couple there..How right I was I pulled down the rd & the carpark had 7 cars in it & was full so I went passed turned & stopped in a little...
Correct Exposure (Teacher Petting) I was always amazed at how someone from my past unfailingly seemed to turn up on opening nights of exhibitions. It didn’t seem to matter which city I was in, some old school friend, long lost family member or an acquaintance from the photography fraternity seemed to find the ads for my openings in the small print and turn up to say hi. And, to be truthful, I didn’t mind one bit. It wasn’t like my exhibitions were the biggest draws in the art world, and most of...
As she put the last bite of food in her mouth Marie pushed back away from the table and started to load the dishwasher. She latched the door closed and turned it on. "Come on Honey, let's get dressed." "I am dressed." Marie realized when she heard the tone of his voice he was serious. "Jesse, you can't go Christmas shopping looking like a common ranch hand." She took a deep breath, "Jesse..." She paused a moment, then realized there was nothing else to say. "Hon, I am a common...
Introduction: This story is about the fun time I had with moi homies What do men want? What do women want? These are the questions that most people really ask when in reality all they need to ask is what do you want?. Yes it is sex. Women love sex as much as men love footy. But Im not here to discuss my friends game. It wasnt the first time me and my homies had so much, neither it will be the last time. Delhi Jazz festival were the best three days in my life. The music was good anyway but the...
"Lady, if you think I'm gonna upset your boyfriend, you gotta be kidding." He turned to Johan and continued, "I don't want no trouble, dude." The relief that washed through me was tempered by a strange sense of inadequacy. My first thought was, Oh, thank God! The second was, Lady? I'm only five years older than this guy, at the most! "Please," I said quietly, moving closer to him, "listen to me..." Lightly holding his tanned upper arm, I flicked my eyes down at the feel of his...