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Reeti Saxena 8211 Sex With A Foreigner By Our Village Lake

Hello dear readers, my name is Reeti Saxena. I am originally from a village in Bihar which has a small village lake. But I have come to Mumbai to become an actress or even a Bollywood star if luck favors me. I am very determined to achieve this goal, and I will achieve it with all means necessary. While I am writing this story, I am 24 years old, born on the sixth of September. For my whole life till now I have been a very naughty girl. I dare you to find a hot and slutty girl like me. Despite...

The Gavin McClain Stories 4 Twenty One Part 1 of 3

The limousine drew up outside the venue shortly after eight. Brooke’s eyes opened like twin moons as she stepped onto the sidewalk. “The Carlton, I’ve wanted to come here forever!” The club’s exterior glistened white like frosting, where it wasn’t illumined in fluorescent green or mauve.“Surprise!” Stacey’s eyes were alive with delight at her friend’s reaction.“But will we get in? Isn’t there—like—a list we need to be on?”“Sweetie,” Kimber said as she led their group of four down the...

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Twenty One Part 1 of 3

The limousine drew up outside the venue shortly after eight. Brooke’s eyes opened like twin moons as she stepped onto the sidewalk. “The Carlton, I’ve wanted to come here forever!” The club’s exterior glistened white like frosting, where it wasn’t illumined in fluorescent green or mauve.“Surprise!” Stacey’s eyes were alive with delight at her friend’s reaction.“But will we get in? Isn’t there—like—a list we need to be on?”“Sweetie,” Kimber said as she led their group of four down the...

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Vampire Empire from London

The arrival of the Brigantine Sacrum Maya VI It is May 28, 1830, when Edward-Maximilian Williams went to work like every day. He is 23 years old and was born on December 31st, 1806 in London. Edward-Maximilian is 1.81 m tall, he has blonde hair, a mustache, gray-green eyes, a muscular body and his angular face usually has a smile on his face. Edward is an only child and his parents are. Skye is 45 years old and Edgar Williams is 55 years old. Edward's personality was characterized by friendly,...

Fantasy

New Year In Eden Again

The day after our orgy on New Year, my wife, Lorraine and I slept for a few hours before we had brunch with other nudists/swingers next to the large crystal-clear pool. Although everyone was naked, no one had enough energy left to fuck or even engage someone in serious conversation. We ate in silence.After our hearty meal of cold meats and various salads some life returned to my weary brain and flaccid penis. I looked around our table and introduced myself to Lee-Ann, a beautiful...

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Quest For The Sacred Three Sally

On Thursday morning, during her scheduled run through Hyde Park, Sally’s long blonde hair was tied behind her head. Running past the statue of Peter Pan, along the lake and up a small incline, the sexy dancer felt a lightness in her step she could not explain. The sensation was not enough to warn her about what was to happen to her.She was too busy figuring out how to throw out her boyfriend, Jake, and how she got involved with him in the first place. She did not even notice the dazzling...

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When in Rome

To celebrate our twentieth wedding anniversary my wife Susie and I decided to return to Italy which we had first visited ten years earlier. The twins were seventeen years old now and quite capable of looking after themselves, although we did impress on them that we expected the house to look spotless when we got back, and issued a stern warning about what would happen if they had raided my store of single malts. We also had a quiet word with my parents just to keep a discreet eye on things.We...

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A Homecoming Chapter 2

Erika came to his room as she had promised. She made it easy for Ben. Smiling, she took his hands. Ignoring the chairs opposite each other across a coffee table, Erika pulled him to the bed to sit down.She was determined to be close to Ben, brought his hands to her lips, kissed both of them, and said, “Ben, you have no idea how happy I am that we meet again after all these years. I’ve never forgotten you. I always hoped we’d meet again.”Ben looked down at Erika’s hands holding his and quietly...

Novels

A Cure for Stage Fright

Jimmy was fidgeting at his make-up table in his dressing room backstage. It had been a year since his last appearance on stage, and this new production was going to be his most prominent role yet.Alex, his faithful assistant, was putting the finishing touches to his wig and his costume.A knock at the door as the ASM called out, "Twenty minutes till curtain up, places please for the opening scene."Jimmy twitched restlessly in the chair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The damned cold...

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Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 7

Today Sir Dick Dickens came to my Shanghai office to negotiate cooperation. He was a tall gentleman full of British pride, the empire where the sun never set. 'I visited London one winter. The grey, wet and cold weather was so miserable.' Miss Yamaha, in a revealing western style long dress, interpreted for me. 'Well you see, General Tanaka, I don't live in London, at least not when it's cold and wet. I've been working many many winters in warm weather, cleaning up the old opium...

Sue the whore 8211 The Competition

Life was busy with new work for the both Sue and me. Her big sexual experience with the Englishman had begun to fade and we didn’t have any new experiences for sometime. Sue was dressing as sharp as ever, complementing her petite 5’4″ body. Her skirts were well above the knee, and most always, those firm 34B tits without a bra. Our friend Sandy had now taken a new view of Sue, as he had detected the distinct scent of sex on her when she had returned home from her liaison with...

STORM AND STEPHEN

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock - ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort. That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 7 British Saugage

Maple would orally serviced my balls and soft penis to full erection if Cherry was feeding from her large engorged breasts. Miss Yamaha would service my other sensitive zones such as earlobes, toes and sole since she knew my sensitivities best. I would perform my thrusting exercise with either Yuko or Maple since my thin bride's love channel was still very sore. While Yuko lusted for my thick manhood any which way, I usually penetrated Maple from behind because her sad expression from losing...

STORM AND STEPHEN

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock - ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort. That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual...

Adventure in Singapore

The morning after the barbecue, James woke late. It was already light and he could hear sounds in the street outside the villa. Suddenly the events of the night before came flooding back and he felt a terrible feeling of dread. Ann! He had left her with that man… he struggled to remember the stranger’s name… Yes! … Daniel! As he raised himself, he became aware that Ann was lying beside him in the bed. She was asleep, her face wearing an expression of utter...

The Walker Colt Billy s Tale

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This 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 old or older. This is the first part of a series of tales I want to write centered around the pistol. Each tale will be a stand-alone piece with a common theme....

Desert Deception A New Laresa Tale

Sand blew in molten abrasive waves, scouring over the figure of the man as he tried to stay on his feet in the endless dunes around him. It bristled on his skin, irritated him as it got into every crack and crevice in his body. It stung at his lips and burned in his eyes. With a raspy growl, he tried to brush some of it away, but it settled back in, thicker than ever. Just six days ago, he'd been laughing and joking with his friends, amidst a caravan traveling across this she bitch desert,...

Ka wa ee

Kawaii Where to start? I'll apologise right away if this account is disorganised; there're so many strands I hardly know how to weave them together. Why don't I start with myself? I'm retired; six foot one and slim, though spreading a little round the middle despite thrice-weekly visits to the gym. A widower, with one son who is married to a Japanese girl; they have two little girls, who are gorgeous. The Japanese word is 'kawaii' which means, more or less, 'cute'. I'm not stupid,...

Media Planning

Introduction My name is Sir Graham Stoddart. I'm 40 years old, good looking (allegedly) and very very rich. Oh, and I'm a psychopath. Not, you understand a Jack the Ripper, or a Dexter, with an uncontrollable urge to kill. I'm a real psycho. I have absolutely NO empathy with people. I really don't care about other people. I don't understand their feelings, sympathy, love, pity or any other of the social attributes. As a result, from a very early age, I learned to act out, or mimic what I...

David s Exotic Family

David sighed and ended the call before placing his phone down on the table. He slumped down onto his sofa while his wife Julia walked into the room, biting into an apple as she joined him on the sofa. “What’s up?” She asked cheerfully. “You’re looking a bit under the weather.” David sighed. “Ugh, it’s not much really.” He said, biting his bottom lip as he turned to meet her gaze. “My aunt just called. You know, the one from India?” Julia smiled exitedly. “Of course I do! Your mother’s...

A Room at the Top

A young teacher does not earn very much, even one with a degree in math and software design. Even after twelve years in the service, his salary doesn't amount to much. So there I was, thirty-six years old and divorced, the father of two daughters who were given by the court into the care of their rich mother. My folks often told me 'never marry above your station' but I chose to ignore the advice, much to my regret. In exchange for my not contesting the divorce my ex-wife waived all...

The Ring

I was met with silence as I walked into my favorite bar. Normally I’d get a shout out like the guy from Cheers, but I think the shock of seeing me was too much for them. You see, just a few weeks ago I was beaten so badly I wasn’t expected to live through the day. I was found several hours after my assault stuffed behind some bushes along side the park’s running trail. I frequently used the trail at night to calm myself and lately I’ve used it an awful lot. An elderly couple found me and...

Escape From Singapore

This is a story based on historical events and dates although the main story is fictitious. I served in Singapore and I visited Rangoon in Burma shortly after the war, and saw for myself some of the atrocities that were committed by the occupying Japanese. I was in Singapore to see the Japanese loaded on to the ships to return to Japan. One ship I remember well was the SS Satsu Maru. We loaded the prisoners on until there was no more room. During the war the Japanese dropped small garrisons...

Magpie

One for sorrow The girl with the jet black hair was young, thirteen? Fourteen? It didn’t matter that much to the troops of the invading English, she was spoils of war. Not a trophy to be taken home, just another Welsh cunt to be used, abused, and re-used until they moved on. She’d been tending the sheep when the three soldiers, out looking for farms to rob, came across her. She’d been left in a little side-valley with the sheep in the hope the bastardiaid Saesneg wouldn’t find them. But these...

Hallsands

Thirty years in the same house, 34 years married. Henry and Bella had left the country only once in that time, a trip to Ontario and Niagara Falls in 2001. They went in July, before Arab terrorists declared war on the United States and devastated Lower Manhattan and a wedge of the Pentagon. It was time for another vacation, this time abroad, Henry thought: England, where he was born. “You know Dad was an airman,” he said, by way of starting the conversation. “He was stationed at RAF Menwith...

Clowns to the Left Jokers to the Right

Before anything else. If the views, particularly political, expressed by our hero upset you, half the civilised world this time I shouldn’t wonder, plus what he claims to be an ethnic minority that lives in the north of the British Isles too, then you probably shouldn’t bother to read this. If you do, and mail me to complain, I’ll pass it on, but you know what happens to water on a duck’s back. So if you are a British Tory, pro Brexit or Scottish or an American Republican beware. All others...

Bride s Maid

The presence of Tom Fisher, the game-keeper's son, at the wedding of his master's niece, Cecily, caused the loins of various females present (who either knew from personal experience, or had been told during those moments of female intimacy from which men are excluded) to moisten and itch. His mistress, Lady Astley, had had her itch 'cured' in the last two hours, but the Bride, who had been whirled round the ballroom by her new husband all evening, had an itch too, having noticed the size...

Glamorous Gracie

Being a beauty pageant girl wasn’t my life-long ambition, or even my plan. That was my older sister’s decision. I was just a typical looking Filipina school girl up until I hit thirteen. The one exception to my normality was that I had big, well actually, huge tits, for a Filipina. My breasts started growing when I was eight. By the time I was nine, I completely filled an A cup bra. I needed a B cup at age ten. I was wearing a C cup bra by the time I was eleven. When I was thirteen, I needed...

Uncharted Drake s Demise

“Keep on ‘em, men! Do not let those Spanish dogs escape!” Standing at the helm of his beloved ship, Sir Francis Drake sailed with the skills and determination befitting the most seasoned veteran of the British Navy. The Spanish galleon he now trailed was fast, faster than most, but was still no match for the legendary Golden Hind. As the winds remained in his favor, Drake was easily able to keep his ship directly on course, constantly gaining ground on the Spaniards. All the while, his men...

A Fool Such As I

Man is by nature, a fool to his Pride. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course their encouragement. As always I must also add, that I can never leave a story alone. I will most likely add some cock-ups on my read through after they have seen it. That should keep the GPs happy at least. It was about three in the morning when I first realised that I had a serious problem on my hands. Since my wife Sandra was away, I'd been out with the...

Amy

"Are you sleeping, Amy?" His voice was soft, caressing my ears like his hand moving along my spine. "Mmmm..." I just sighed, keeping my brown eyes closed and giving Sam a little smile that he probably couldn't see. My hair was all over the place, too long, too black, and just too ... Much. He liked my hair though, so I didn't mind. I was face down on his bed, the way I liked to spend my Sunday afternoons and I guessed the football game was over, or maybe it was just halftime. Yeah,...

Taffy 3 Part One Scene 1 Jack s Having a Bad Morning

This scene opens with a 1954 baby blue Jaguar XK 120 motoring down a highway. Inside the car, which has a piece of clear plastic over the roof bows, which are normally used to hold the 'drop head' convertible top, a very properly mustached British officer with a thermos bottle full of coffee for company is driving along through the dark, which is pretty damn 'deserted road at 4 or 5 am' and inside the car is a cardboard box on the passenger side and a suitcase is on the outside of the car...

Bivouac Baby

New York City 5 April 1963 There’d been thoughts, visions before. He’d been able to keep them secret, suppress them, dismiss them, discount them and they’d even lessened, but, yet always had returned. And now keenly so. After Tracy had left their office for Brady’s executive floor he’d put his wife on the elevator going down then quickly ensconced himself in the men’s restroom. Mercifully he’d found it unoccupied. Visions of his wife and another man, this, this Englishman coupling together was...

Flight WAC 1403A

New York, Wednesday 24th April 1974. After a severe winter the spring had set in. Sun rays bathed the Central Park in New York. Birds chirped happily. Senior citizens greeted each other, happy to have survived the cold weather. Children played noisily while their mothers gossiped. It seemed that the world was at peace with itself but not everyone was happy. Mr. Graham Hussley, Chief Editor of The Crime Watch, was a worried man. He looked out from his office window, which overlooked the...

The Pearls of the Mediterranean

"It'll be wrinkled old grannies with saggy tits and fat Germans with hairy beer guts," Maddock said. "It's one of the top nudist beaches in the Mediterranean. It's got to be good," Stevie S. said. "I've seen the people that go to the top European nudist resorts. I've watched Eurotrash," Maddock countered. "It won't be like that," Stevie S. responded. "It won't all be like that," he hastily amended. "There'll be tons of honeys. Just picture it. Row upon row of naked breasts...

The Brickworks Lane Pals

Tonight was one of those nights that in the past few months Second Lieutenant Theodore Stevenson had come to describe as quiet: although when was it ever truly quiet on the Western Front? He could still hear the spasmodic rat-a-tat of distant machine gun fire; the occasional whoosh of a sniper's bullet; and the muffled screams of agony and despair from a lone brave soldier lost in No-Man's Land. But mostly what the lieutenant heard as he strode along the trenches at night was the gentle...

The Burmese Maid s Revenge

Edinburgh, 1952 When the mid-day post arrived, a letter from my cousin Allister was included with the other items that dropped through the mail slot in front door. When I stood at the console table sorting the mail, I noticed that more and more of the stamps on the letters bore the visage of the young queen who had ascended the throne after King George's untimely death. Once everything was spread out on the table, I decided that my cousin's letter deserved attention first. Allister was...

An English Fairytale

An English Fairy Tale Once upon a time, Mrs. Miles and her daughter June were proprietors of the best Inn in Lowestoft. Many years before, Mrs. Miles had worked in the Inn for her dear Father. It had been her fifteenth summer, a time in life when young girls hoped to find a husband. The young Mrs. Miles was no different than any other young girl in the village at that time. One day, a handsome wandering young man came into her father's Inn. He had long dark hair and blazing blue eyes set...

Tales of the East Indies

A real life adventure - or maybe it was all a fantasy - you will have to make up your own mind. They say confession is good for the soul, so here, for what it's worth, is one. It covers a recent visit to one of the more civilised parts of South East Asia - and, no, it wasn't Thailand or the Philippines. Whether I am proud of what happened or not is not something I wish to examine. Who can ever fully explain their actions? I guess only a shrink might be able to tell me, and I have never been...

Delightful Sex With D

(This happened some 10 years back. The lady involved is my collegue in my office. This is the only incident of intimacy I could have with her. I had kept the details in my diary. When I started to post the accounts of my sexual pleasures in this website, I wanted to post this also. So I wrote and showed the draft to her. She was reluctant to give me permission to post it in website. Later I took printouts of some other accounts posted by me in this site and gave them to her to read. She felt...

Rob And Sarah

Rob and Sarah considered themselves a typical American professional couple. Both worked in America at the start of this tale. They lived in what might be described by an Englishman, in typical American, white, suburbia. Lawns, gardens, driveways, spacious homes, spaciously apart, professional mediocrity where life changes little. Everybody is polite and superficially neighbourly. They had seen very few Black Americans. They considered themselves educated, and sophisticated. Americans who knew...

A Tale of Revenge

"So I wasn't sure why Vito Corleone stabbed that old fat Don," Tricia said in her English accent. She put down the spindle of yarn and rubbed her neck. "I know it was supposed to be for revenge, the old Don had killed the rest of his family, but he'd gotten away from Sicily. What would he gain by killing the man?" Kit Cameron listened to this with an amused smile. "You don't understand what revenge is all about, do you?" she asked with her soft southern accent. Like her friend...

As Things Are

"Those days are over; You don't have to sell your body to the night." THE POLICE - Roxanne First time ever for me. First time ever. Just the circumstances, you know. Away from home. A one off. Feeling lonely. Yadda-yadda-yadda. She'd heard it all before, and too many times. Here I am in New York, never been to New York, had to get a girl. Well, any guy would understand that. Any guy would do the same thing. Same sad, pathetic, lying toerag yadda-yadda-yadda. The only difference...

The Unsinkable Aircraft Carrier

I turned towards the back bulkhead of the wheelhouse. The paint was flaking with age and streaked with rust. Above, the clock reminded me it was nearly noon and the aromas from the galley below slowly permeated through the ship. The Commander sat by the wireless on a cane chair - lashed to a shackle so he didn't slide around in heavy seas. The engine was a faint pulse echoed by barely perceptible vibrations through the deck. 'Our heroic forces have thrown back the enemy, ' the studiously...

A Husband s Responsibility

"Linda? Linda Trilby!" I turned around to see who was calling my name. "Linda, it's me, Karen Gray, from high school. Remember? "Karen? Yes, of course. We were in the same class, weren't we? Well, what do you know. After, what is it, eight years we run into each other." "Yes, amazing, isn't it. You want a drink? We can stop in here and talk about old times," Karen said, indicating a nearby wine bar. "Why not. I was just window shopping anyway." I remembered Karen Gray. We did...

The Long Haul

It all started about fifteen years ago, and I suppose that's where I'd better start. My wife and I had had a bit of a rough time, losing our business, then our house and in amongst all those problems we lost all four parents in a two year period. Bad luck or what? Well we ended up renting a cottage on a farm, back to both our roots really because neither of us are townies. We had, over that period, become very depressed. Now if there is one thing that is recommended as being therapeutic for...

A Well Lived Life 2 Book 5 MichelleChapter 48 Three Square Meals

January 18, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Breakfast with the guys, karate, a date with Kajri, and a date with Crystal? You have a full day, Tiger!” We were walking to the hospital just before 5:00am on Saturday morning. Kara was still home in bed, because she’d decided that -2°F was too cold to get out of a warm bed. Jessica sympathized and told her to stay there. “I figured because this was one of the days you traded for to get our time together at Christmas, it made sense. Kara had already...

The DrifterChapter 9

Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander... Darla saw me looking down between us and smiled as she raised up just a little. I put my hands on both her hips and pushed her up. She knew what I wanted and raised her body with her feet pushing down and her breasts mashed against my face. When I had her dress down far enough, I hooked my right boot in it and pushed as she wiggled. She kicked one foot free then the other until all she had on was her drawers...

El PasoChapter 10

I screwed up my courage on Thursday morning and went to the courthouse to present myself to the court. I had with me a letter of introduction I’d written, listing my qualifications (all of them true, except for the name of the college). It turns out that the process was much easier than I had anticipated, as I didn’t have to do anything except present my letter to the clerk of the court, fill out a form and take an oath. The Clerk of the Court of El Paso County was an officious, humorless...

El PasoChapter 30

Posted: August 11, 2007 - 09:57:47 am I followed Pen into the dance hall. The joint was overflowing with women. I think nearly every dancer and bar girl in El Paso was in our ballroom that night. When I walked in the door, the women started clapping. I blushed, gave them a little wave and walked over to the small bandstand to join the Hombres. The cigar and cigarette smoke must have been thick in the room that night, because my eyes were starting to water. I wiped my eyes with the back of my...

One Shoe GumshoeChapter 25 Spring Trap

“READY!” PC Brown hissed to us, but it was far too dark this early in the morning for me to read his lips. Mary tugged my sleeve twice, the signal that we had agreed and I was alert and ready. Mary and I were given the opportunity to call on known criminal contacts of Curly Cavenagh, which Mary’s husband, the late Brad Gold had identified as being connected with active Nazi sympathisers who were affecting the war effort resisting the Axis Powers’ domination of Europe and North Africa. I...

A Fistful of Sand Book 1Chapter 16 Rebirths

"G'mornin' Gregg." Gregg looked up from his desk where he was doing his best to re-immerse himself in finalizing his lesson plans. Classes resumed in less than two weeks and he'd been so preoccupied with saving the dig and satisfying other ... urges ... that the summer just flew by leaving him to finish his other 'homework' at the last minute just as he was sure many of his students would write their papers. "Morning Chad. Man, you look about as tired as I do. Didn't you get any...

A Fistful of Sand Book 1Chapter 21 Dreams and Nightmares

Gregg lay awake in bed early on Saturday morning. Like most nights, last night was restless ... but this time it wasn't because of those damnable recurring dreams of his, that is to say — his dreams of his former selves' untimely deaths. No, it was a pleasant break from the typical nocturnal horrors in that last night he got very little sleep because of the two women currently sharing the bed with him. Heather's bedsprings had been given a noisy workout through the late hours and into the...

The Master s Project 8 SabrinaChapter 4

Sabrina called me that night. "Hi," came her sultry voice. I felt my dick start to stiffen from just that one word. "Hi yourself," I said lamely. "We have a little problem," she said softly. "Name it and I'll fix it," I said. I'm like any man; when he sees a problem he wants to fix it. Like any woman, when she sees a problem, Sabrina wanted to talk about it. "We just need to talk," she said. I felt the pit of my stomach lurch. Could she have tired of me so soon? "We...

The Electrician s HaremChapter 25

I loved having four hot teenage girls who all wanted me to fuck them any time I got an erection, but in the back of my mind, I still felt like I wasn’t really satisfying them completely. I thought if I only had three girls depending on me for their sexual satisfaction I would feel like I was taking care of all of them appropriately. That led me to thinking about which of the girls was most likely to want to move on and find a new life. While I loved her tremendously, and she was an exciting...

Jack and the Beanstalk A Twisted Fairy TaleChapter 15

Elizabeth stopped to rest. She wasn’t used to this kind of activity. She clung to the vine and panted lightly, looking around. There wasn’t much to see. She was in the clouds, and all there was within sight was beanstalk. Her stomach growled. All this climbing had made her hungry. Her eyes fell on a pod. She broke the pod open and chewed several beans, and put another handful in her apron pocket. After all, if she got to see Mortie, she knew he’d want to renew their relationship the same...

Aurum Et Periculo the Mystery of the Roman GoldChapter 4

The action’s over. But I need to finish the story. Voting is enabled now. So, please tell me what you think. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. - DT I went into my bedroom and dropped my bag. When I came out, I found John sightseeing my art. He said with astonishment, “These are originals!” It was a statement not a question. I said “Yes, some are from my mother’s old place in Philadelphia, some I picked up from a friend on Majorca. I have been collecting since I was...

All Things Come To He Who WaitsChapter 19

JANUARY. AUSTRIA / THE MALDIVES / BRUSSELS / THE BALKANS AUSTRIA. ULI OBSERVED There are webs, invisible but real, that connect people who care for each other. Uli lay on her familiar bed and thought about who mattered to her. Her mother and Karl, of course; her friends here in Vienna; the new friends she'd made at college in Munich; Luke... She pondered about that. He wasn't fixed like everyone else, but he was part of her universe. He was who he was, and he couldn't be defined. She...

Body and SoulChapter 17

Dan could do no more than stand rigid with shock, Simon's fingers digging into his shoulders. Simon's face was one of horror and disbelief, he had just been told by a man who claimed to be the devil himself that his wife was dead and a stranger was inhabiting her body. The whole idea was utterly ridiculous of course. But somehow, the strange Englishman was totally believable. The thing that most convinced him there may be some truth in the madness was his wife's reaction. She had known...

Duty and Duplicity Book 5 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 4 Some Questions Are Answered

July 22nd 1822. Hotel Telford, Pisa. Arthur Wilson poured generous measures of sherry into two glasses, and then handed me one. I had brought one of the bottles of sherry given me by Charles Godfrey and presented it to Arthur, as a thank you for his hospitality during the many times I visited Pisa. He was delighted with my gift. “The taste of sherry takes me back to England, and my early days of working with Mister Telford,” he said, after having an appreciative sup. “Mister Telford was...

Jokes and GigglesChapter 667

Keep in mind this is likely British Humor this one is compliments of tiller For all the Kenny Everett fans out there... ‘Allo mental cripples, Sidney Aloysius Snot ‘ere. I woz walkin’ down the ‘igh street yestidee wif me gurlfriend Diedre. you know window shopping like, when Diedre says “Oh Sidney, I would love to have those boots” So I grabs a brick, ‘eaves it through the window and gives ‘er the boots. We walks a bit further down and Diedre says “Oh Sidney, I would love to have that...

Life Diverted Part 1 Childhood Chapter 5 The World Cup

One evening during January 1966, Grandpa took me into his study and told me about a new business deal he was doing. He was trying to add another leg to the company octopus. A leg that would build aeroplanes. He told me about a famous company, Rolls-Royce, that was planning to buy another company, Bristol Aeroplanes. Rolls wanted to expand by adding Bristol’s engine division to their own. The thing was that Bristol also owned twenty percent of another big company, the British Aircraft...

Through My Eyes AgainChapter 15

In the morning when we joined Lili on the bus, she was practically jumping out of her skin with the need to know what was going on. Col and I had talked about this as we walked to the bus and decided that Col would tell her in the playground at their school where there was little chance of them being overheard in the general hubub. Lili frowned when Col told her she had to wait, but I hope she understood why we felt it necessary. I was a bit distracted at school and received a few frowns...

An Englishman in New YorkChapter 2

The following morning Ex went early for his run and spent time continuing to unpack, looking for his free weights set. Having worked out hard that morning and having started to read ahead on his course books for next year he finished up and had a quick lunch with his parents before they piled in his dad’s hired Audi and headed to his grandfathers lawyers office. Ex followed his parents into the legal offices of Clarke, Anderson and Wright, upon entering the lobby Ex looked around at the heavy...

An Englishman in New YorkChapter 3

Ex headed downstairs the following morning, somewhat sleepy. The day before hadn’t seemed that long but the emotional nature of his and his dad’s car find had obviously taken its toll. That and the fact he was so keyed up had meant he found it difficult to sleep and when he did it was fitful, to say the least. Grabbing some cereal from one of the head height cupboards he got some milk from the fridge and was tucking into his morning breakfast when his dad walked in. “You’re up early Ex!”...

Butler s DelightsChapter 21 War

About five years after Robinson had taken up his post as butler to His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, a small war started against the neighbouring Khanate of Tirfil. The new Khan, formerly Prince Habib, had allowed more and more incursions across the border, raiding villages, mostly for livestock but with a few women also being stolen. Things came to a head when a complete village was razed to the ground and its male inhabitants slaughtered. A few escaped and they confirmed what the...

An Englishman in New YorkChapter 4

Ex headed out that Saturday morning on his usual morning run. He hadn’t ‘bumped’ into Alyssa on his run since seeing her at his barbecue and was beginning to wonder if she had been feeding him a line when she said she ran most days and ran early. He was somewhat conflicted in he found himself seriously attracted to two women, both Brianna and Alyssa had something that stirred his loins. However he hadn’t seen Alyssa in a few days and was keen to see if she was back running, though he thought...

White DelightsChapter 40 We Meet Again

Zubeydeh's visits to the Earl of Bargoed's bedroom quickly became a regular feature of his stay in Kobekistan. They indulged in more sex than he had ever had as a young man, during his wife's lifetime, and in more variations and sexual games than he had with any of the prostitutes he had visited since her death. He had never known a woman as wanton and inventive as she, loving to be spanked and beaten, as long as a thorough fucking followed, preferably in all three holes. During one...

An Englishman in New YorkChapter 5

Ex pulled his kit bag out of the boot of his mum’s car, shouting out a quick “see you later” to his mum Ex turned his back to the car and without hesitation started off towards the Sports facility entrance at Cazenovia High School. Just before hitting the doors, he heard a quick shout from behind him. “Hold up Ex, I’ll walk in with ya!” Exclaimed Lavon as he sidled up to Ex giving him a hearty slap in the back. “Ready to show the rest of these guys what you can do man?” Asked Lavon giving...

Whatever Gets You Through the NightChapter 14

“Whoa, thought it was a nightmare. Lord, it’s all so true. They told me ‘Don’t go walkin’ slow. The Devil’s on the loose.’” -John Fogerty, “Run Through the Jungle“ “DIETZ HAS BOMBS!” Contessa Helena de San Finzione shouted to the walls of her study. Mander was with her and had been looking at the photos when she got the call from Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez that she’d just ended. “Most likely, anyway. Scott had a crate of C-4 in his Nazi Loony Room, little over a third of it left! He also...

Road Warrior BarcelonaChapter 3

BUT NEVER DOUBT I LOVE Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. Shakespeare, Hamlet, II, ii,116 The voice was saying something I couldn't quite make out. There was the timbre of anxiety in the voice; the words filtered as if I had earplugs on. I gradually became aware of my body — my subconscious sending out urgent messages to the organs and extremities asking if they were doing okay. The right responses must...

Good Girls SwallowChapter 10 Enter The FBI

We barely got back to our suite when the phone chimed. Bobbie answered it with a, "Hello?" Then she said, "Yes, this is I." She listened and answered, "Yes, come right up, Sir William." She replaced the phone in its cradle. "He says it's a matter of utmost importance." In less than a minute we heard three sharp knocks on the door. Bobbie hurried to answer it. "Old boy, sorry to be early but we have a bit of a problem. The American embassy in Berne wishes you to telephone them...

EllenChapter 42 Cousin Lucas

With December approaching, Richard and Ellen prepared for another journey. The opening of the first steam railroad in Germany was scheduled in Nuremberg on December 7. Richard and Ellen were invited not only to attend, but to sit in the royal carriage with the King, the Prime Minister, and the mayors of Nuremberg and Fuerth. It was a festive affair; a military band was playing and children choirs were singing. King Ludwig personally opened the steam valve that set the Eagle locomotive in...

GinnyChapter 13

Pete reported back to John Gladstone with the statements from all three guys who lied about Shirley's pregnancy. They all pointed the finger at Bill Lambert's mother. He was glad that he didn't have to make the decision about what to do with this. The final decision about how to handle this evidence was up to his client so he posted the statements with his report on how the evidence had been obtained. Despite the fact that pressure had been put on at least one of the people concerned, he...

SecretsChapter 9

The photographs were laid out on the desk and the man turned to his two subordinates. "Good. But it's not enough." "He goes back to London today; word is that he will be back in seven weeks time." "Right, well we get it then. I want..." "Word is, Guv, that he will be moving here." A smile crept over the face of the aged gentleman who looked at the pictures. "I want a low-profile, and try and pick up any of these weak links. That guy, he came at the end and he's local, Kadema,...

A Well Lived Life 2 Book 8 NIKAChapter 69 European Vacation

July 14, 1995, Chicago, Illinois “Do we have everything?” Elyse asked. I chuckled, “Seven kids, five adults, passports, tickets, credit cards, traveler’s checks, and luggage. What am I missing?” “Nothing!” Jessica and Kara both exclaimed. “Let’s go, Dad!” Jesse said impatiently. “The plane will leave the airport at the scheduled time even if we’re early!” “Whatever! Let’s GO!” he demanded. “Hold your horses, Little Duck! We’re just making sure we have everything!” “We’ll start getting...

Summer Camp On The LakeChapter 4 The Camp

A day or two days passed, some of the girls lost their double barrels (Marie-Anne became Marie, Jo-Lene stayed Jo-Lene). He attempted to help where he could, but when he played netball, he couldn’t help trying (badly) to dribble the ball. He introduced a small group to touch rugby – carefully avoiding playing himself; aware as he was that he was under the baleful eye of the man-eating alligator. She hadn’t seen Sandie go in or out of his room, but he was convinced she knew it had happened....

Jokes and GigglesChapter 92

these are compliments of hal NAME YOUR PENIS This guy walks into a bar and takes two steps in; he realizes it's a gay bar. "But what the heck", he says, "I really want a drink." When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the customer, "What's the name of your penis?" The customer says, "Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a drink". The gay waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your penis. Mine for instance is called Nike, for...

A New BeginningChapter 2

The trip to France and down into Brittany was fairly uneventful, other than the occasional squabble between the kids and Paula's increasing threat levels to get them to calm down. I don't mind travel and I do enjoy the ferries across from Dover to Calais, it enabled me to people watch and occasionally play the "would I wouldn't I" game with the various women dotted about the ship. Paula of course, knew exactly what I was doing. "Still got a roving eye, Bro?" She said with a...

Fool s ErrandChapter 3

The little hotel had a breakfast room, consisting of one large round table which could accommodate up to ten people, plus a couple of side tables. They only did bed and breakfast at the hotel, not main meals. They also had a small sunny sitting room that Lyndsey had poked her head into when they got back from their walk. The landlady, a rosy-cheeked old woman, “Call me Betty, everyone else does,” sat them down and plied them with a full English breakfast. Two big breakfasts in two days and...

It s Practically What Uncles Are ForChapter 2

Hannah arrived if not exhausted then very, very tired despite the best efforts of Qantas and their staff. But immigration formalities were easy and her monster suitcase did eventually show up just when she thought she had to go and report it missing. As she exited the restricted area, her heart was beating fast - she was more excited about seeing Uncle George again than she had thought - and she was wondering who 'we' covered. She got an answer to that first, spotting Colin. At 12, he was...

CowboyChapter 8

It was night time; with the men at the head of the animals, Mrs O’Hara took a breath and started. “You should know, I am expecting again. I haven’t been checked, but I am sure. I can feel it, as I felt you. Two months” Mrs O’Hara started in on a difficult conversation. The girls calculated back and realised it had been the time they had settled for a short time, minding a farm whilst the family went back East. Their parents had risen late every day, and every night the creaking of their bed...

The Hawk and The ChipmunkChapter 57

The MD11 carrying Jason and the freed women landed smoothly and began the long roll-out to its assigned runway exit. As it slowed to taxi speed Mike opened the cockpit door and stepped into the cabin looking for Jan. Not realizing she was sitting on a little fold-down jump seat to the right of the cockpit door he was startled when he heard her voice behind him ask, “Looking for me, Cowboy?” Turning back to where she sat he replied, “As a matter of fact, I am. I need you to find one of the...

OstafrikaChapter 6 The Battle Continues

The crackle of gunfire can still be heard in the night. The British raiders lie concealed in the undergrowth on the edge of the mudflats. Occasionally they can see the torches carried by the searchers as they fan out beyond the trenches surrounding Rungwa. "Count?" the Sergeant whispers. He listens for the names of his little squad. Four, they've lost two men somewhere, and of course the Frenchman. "Did you get him Sarge?" the Corporal asks. "Nah. Bloody missed him, didn't I?" he...

CowboyChapter 12

He headed south for no good reason; and so a day or two later arrived in New Horizon. He saw one of the bills almost immediately and wondered where he had come to. He was tempted; he was also tempted to simply take advantage of the standard fare to finally find out what full-on, face-to-face, sex was like. “It’s time” he said out loud. A man looked at him and said “About noon I reckon” “No, I ... never mind” He found his way to the door that led to the land of carnal delights. Inside,...

A New BeginningChapter 13

The next day we all rose bright and early. Kerry looked a lot better and we decided to head down to the small port of Locmariaquer on the Golfe du Morbihan for a boat trip. The weather was beautiful and we enjoyed a small stopover on the Ile aux Moines for a light lunch and a few beers. Whilst Paula and Martin did some exploring, Kerry who didn't want to get out into the sunshine too much stayed under the shade in the local beach bar. Chatting away about all and sundry until eventually Kerry...

Building UtopiaChapter 11

Roger's fledgling nation slowly gained more colonists. Of course, for the first two or three years after a new colonist joined they were almost useless. They had to be educated before they could be productive. Many of the new colonists were unable to learn and went either into the small army or became miners, farmers or other general laborers. Even then, however, there was a steep learning curve because the military and agricultural knowledge of Roger's colony was far ahead of the normal...

An Interview With an AlienChapter 10

“The train pulled into the station at noon. When we had left Texas it was cold and raining, truly a miserable day. Here in the small town of Phoenix, the weather was beautiful; it was warm and sunny, a perfect day for late March.” ‘The weather here is great now, ‘ Garret said, ‘but in a couple of months it gets really hot, and then in a couple more months it gets even hotter. From April to October we’ll live at the high country ranch. We’ll come back to the Valley before the first snows of...

Second ChanceChapter 11

“What do you mean you scared off your birthday gift?” Deirdre couldn’t quite grasp the concept of Glenda figuring out that she was punishing herself for her father’s sins. That was why she wanted to be a slave. It allowed her to feel properly corrected for her bad behavior. “Glenda was a child in her head, Deirdre. She and her sister had been badly abused by their father when womanhood was just coming on them. Hiding behind her kink was a way to hide from the truth and avoid placing blame...

Degrees of IntimacyChapter 3 Tangiers

The waves crashed against the jetty. The same waves, Marla reflected, that might have crashed against the Gibraltan shore on the other side of the straits, waves that were as much Atlantic as they were Mediterranean. Each wave fierce and restful at the same time, built up slowly and steadily out at sea to break sometimes on themselves and sometimes against the concrete jetty that projected into the open water. She glanced down at the postcard on her lap, the same one she'd started writing...

The Ballad of Zachery CarsonChapter 6

"You boys are driving Astor Manor cattle and I don't think you bought them," he yelled. "Throw down your guns, then tell the other two to do likewise and we won't have any trouble. If you don't you'll die in your saddle." The two men exchanged glances. "I'll see you in Hell first," the older one said and drew his pistol. Zach brought his rifle to his shoulder and shot twice in quick succession. He heard Paco's big Sharps buffalo rifle firing behind him and turned. One of the two...

Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 2 I Spy With My Tired Eye

Saturday June 27th, 2015. Dallas Road, Ealing. “Good morning.” “You’re up early?” said Kelly, who I found scooping yoghurt into a bowl of muesli when I sauntered into the kitchen. She’d spent the night at my house, in her own room. “Are you kidding? It’s five minutes past eight! I’ve been staring at the ceiling for half an hour, trying to get back to sleep.” “Well, give it another go. Or give me ten minutes and I’ll come and wear you out.” “Cheeky cow,” I muttered, as I filled the tea...

RebelChapter 57 Captured

The men who captured me were a mix of Scots and Germans under the command of a young Englishman with an aristocratic look and a sadistic streak. His mixed and motley company had been out stealing horses when they found me late one morning disporting myself in a barn with a young maiden who had been around the track a few times. We were so busy with our efforts to please each other that neither of us heard the horsemen approach until they were in the barnyard. The girl squealed, slithered out...

CowboyChapter 20

“ALL ABORRRRDDD!” Shouted the conductor, theatrically and somewhat needlessly. Everyone who was travelling had long ago made sure they were on the train. It wasn’t like there would be another past that day. The engine complained, puffed and skidded the wheels; then gained a grip and they began to move out. At last they were moving away from the wild west towards the civilised east. Or, as Jesse and her new friend Melissa agreed they were moving from fun towards boredom, from excitement to...

Summer Can KillChapter 12

Wednesday 9.00pm She felt as if she should still be hurting, but she wasn't, and couldn't quite believe it. The Englishman had told her she looked better, and when she'd checked herself in the mirror she'd realised he was right. Nela was fiddling about in the bathroom again, playing with her hair and examining her face. She breathed slowly, trying to calm herself. She'd been alone with a man today, and she'd said what the doctor suggested and nothing awful had happened. In fact he'd...

Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 11 My French connection

I like to think I’m a decent man. I don’t leer at women, not even when I’m absolutely sure they’re not watching. I don’t turn around to check out ‘cabooses’, I don’t call women ‘darling’ unless I know them very well indeed and by and large you can trust me with your daughter. Unless she’s REALLY insistent and/or has grown legs and breast that make Marilyn Monroe look like a coat hanger. But even then I try really, really hard to ignore that. But being in a country where women were nothing...

RebelChapter 64 Indians

"I believe you know my wife," the captain said calmly, nearly giving me a heart attack. Suzanne smiled sweetly at me, and I took her offered hand and said, "Of course, that unfortunate business." "Yes, yes," said the captain. "Well, while you've been off gallivanting, she and her sister - I believe you've also met Brigid - and a friend of theirs have been visiting the camp." I nodded and watched Suzanne lick her lips and take a breath to poke out her lovely boobs. I wondered if...

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