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A cat called Frog, Chapter Four and Final

We're all going there together, David, all the way

Over dinner, I was asked what I intended to do about a bigger house and I replied that, in all honesty, I didn't have a clue. "What about the old mill, darling?" Karen's father looked up and smiled, "Perfect." "We own an old flour mill just outside the village. It hasn't been a working mill for over fifty years, so it's fair to say it needs some work." "How much?" I asked. "I think...Read On

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Lost Love, Two

She leaned toward him, offering both his clothes and a clear view of her bare breasts.

CHAPTER FIVE MUGGED Chaz left San Jose and walked away from the Rio Grande along Av. Juarez toward the hotel. Stopping at several souvenir shops, he browsed but found nothing of interest although there were a large number of cute knickknacks. He appreciated the talent it took to make some of the crafts and works of art, those not made in Asia, but fortunately, he was not interested and had...Read On

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THD: Melinda Chevalier - Entry 5

Another diary entry from Melinda Chevalier...

Dear Diary,  We are beginning to talk less and less now, it seems. My heart still yearns for his attention and I still find myself wishing things were different. My thoughts still gravitate towards him and they flood my mind every time I get a moment alone. I still continue to dream of him at night but recently my dreams have become more of nightmares where he is involved. I have also begun...Read On

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Chapter 1: Love is the Sunrise

This is the first chapter in my "Love is" series" (i am in no way a profesional writer)

Chapter 1: Love is The Sunrise i still remember the first time I saw her. I was like the sunset….no that’s not right, sunsets burn for a few minutes then fade away to blackness. It was like a sunrise. As my eyes caught her it was like a brilliant burst of light over the horizon and as she moved closer that light filled my vision, burning brighter and brighter till all other things...Read On

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A cat called Frog, Chapter two

I want your cock in my mouth

Gary rang from the pub and asked if I was free to go with him to the brewery to get a few barrels in his four by four. "Their lorries can't even make it out Dave," he said, "And I won't get a delivery now until next week." "Sure." I said, "Will you pick me up here?" "Are you ready now?" he asked, "Yeah." "Right, give me five then walk to the main road, I'll get you there." "Okay." ...Read On

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THD: Melinda Chevalier - Entry 7

Another entry...

January 17th,   Dear Diary, I've had to let Darcy go. As much as I hate it, I wasn't getting any better with her. I could tell she resented me for the pain I caused. I deserved all of it, of course. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappiness when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice."   After...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the opening

A sequel to my Summer loving series, the first part

Autumn smelt of wood-smoke and damp leaves decaying, giving a last gift where they could, but on the pavements of Little Jericho they simply added to the slipperiness of the rainy pavements. Early autumnal Oxford never failed to stir my heart. It was thus that I had first known it. The shiny, bright faces of the Freshers, new, up from their schools and colleges, made me smile. That had been...Read On

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Meeting James Chapter Ten, Part Two

James and Melanie Vacation in Mexico.

It was such a beautiful day, and I was so happy to be with James. He could be so tender and loving when he wanted, and the fabulously romantic scenery of the beach and sand only added to those feelings of enchantment I was experiencing after we made love. I had always attempted to keep my relationship with James grounded in reality because I knew he didn't have the same feelings for me that...Read On

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Coming Home; Part One

Fictional story of a man coming home.

For nearly four generations this house here on Jackson Forge had been the home of my father's father, and my father. Not much to look at. An 1800's log cabin with a cobblestone walkway, a stone chimney, and a roof made of neglected tree bark. Surrounded by dense brush and briers. Looked more like a house on those cheesy b-roll movies where the family living in it likes to make love with...Read On

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The Lounge Singer

I enjoyed your set

You caught my eye while you were onstage singing. A couple songs into the set, I was fairly certain you winked. I wasn't sure if you were looking at me or not, but it sure felt like it. Just the thought that the wink was for me made me feel flushed all over, and even in a short black cocktail dress, I felt overdressed for the temperature of the room. As your set wound down and you crooned...Read On

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The Eyes of Love

A musician learns to share some important feelings

The stage shook under his feet, vibrations from the low string of his guitar. It was he alone, Leroy Jet, occupying the stage that night; One man, one guitar, an amplifier and a microphone. The guitar was black, a hollow body with f holes. It played smooth with the string action low. The amp was small, but had a gritty tone he liked. It didn’t matter the size, it was channeled through the...Read On

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Lightning Flower

You always know what I'm trying to say

Sheathed within you to the very root, even the slightest motion, the most minute shift of hips grinding, make me cry out your name. It's more than just a reflex for those specific syllables to form into a sound that helplessly escapes my throat in ragged needy breaths. It's beyond a prayer to some unseen faith. It's like a primal incantation, a chant that calls to something so deep and...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the power of love

In which Kate and Cath are toasted

As I made the coffee the following morning, my mind wandered back. Reading Jess’s story had triggered a powerful submissive response, but Summer’s account of using my Kate had taken it much further. With many women, perhaps most (who knew?) the idea of their loved one being used by another would have aroused jealousy or disgust; it had just aroused me. There was danger down that route. It...Read On

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Autumn Blossom: Triggering a Response

The fourth part of the story, which finds our heroine dancing

I slept the sleep of the unjust. Something had been woken, something in the deep parts of my psyche. It was good that Kate felt that reading Jess’s manuscript of the erotic humiliation and degradation of a Victorian lady at the hands of her maid, had given us the edge on Jessica, but it had clearly edged me in another way; perhaps two other ways. There was the obvious one, which was that I...Read On

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Whirlwind

The start of a whirlwind romance.

“Put this on,” he murmurs and his boyish sparkle glows brighter. “What is it?”  “A blindfold.” I lean away from him, narrowing my eyes.         “What do I need a blindfold for?” "The surprise. I promise you I’m not looking to have my wicked way with you… yet.” That slow promise in his voice in that single short word ‘yet’ sends resonating throbs of desire straight through me from my...Read On

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Oh Wicked Wanda Chapter 2

My first Love… A True Story… Continues

I sat at the kitchen table, the smell of fresh Colombian coffee wafting up from the cup in my hands. I realized it was a little cold as I sat there naked. I had just spent most of the last twelve hours in bed with the gorgeous redhead sitting across from me. "In bed” doesn’t begin to describe the events that took place the previous night. It had been the most incredible sex I ever had. It...Read On

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Mortimer and Myrtle: A Love Story

A one act play about the distance between husband and wife.

Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next...Read On

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Love Letter To A Loved One (aka: Lost Souls)

Sentimental musings of romantic memories shared between two lost souls.

Call it fate or destiny, something, or someone, brought our two lost souls together. I never stopped there before, and still, I don't know why, or what made me do so. But, as I entered that small cafe, I saw you there and knew I didn't want to be with any other. It was like an overwhelming sense of emotion that hit me, causing every cell inside my body to intensify to a whole new level. In...Read On

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Private Seiger

The story of Private Seiger's women and his one true love.

The year was 1943. German troops were in Paris, Warsaw, Rome and were advancing toward Kursk in the Soviet Union. American troops were fighting the Nazi's in Europe as well as the Japanese on Guadalcanal. WWII was raging with no end in sight. At home, everyone did their best to keep their spirits up. Rosie the Riveter was on the assembly line welding and riveting munitions for victory....Read On

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Annie and I, the early days 6

I want you just as you are

Annie was over the moon when we got back. Nancy had told her what Frank had told me about our future working. "I can hardly believe this is happening to me, David,” she said. “Two weeks ago, I was just a quiet little schoolgirl. Now I'm living with a man I adore, I have a beautiful lesbian lover, and I'm already earning far more money than I ever imagined. It just seems so bloody perfect."...Read On

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Betting People - Trick Or Treat?

Friends have an interesting Halloween

Betting People: Trick or Treat? By Maximillian Excaliber Introduction This wasn't supposed to be, but is, the first story in a new series I'm writing called 'Betting People'. Each story will be different but will have a common theme. All of the stories in this series will be about people make a wager that results in their becoming intimate. As you will find out while reading them,...Read On

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A Story Of Two Brothers

Winners, they say, are born. It is not just a question of the right combination of genes that combine to create the particular physical or mental abilities, but a special quality of self belief bordering on arrogance at times, and the willingness to take risks when prudence would suggest caution. The other side of the coin is that apparent losers too, appear to be born that way even if they...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the chill

The third part of the story - the shadow reaches out.

I heard her key in the lock. It was just after 7 o’clock; the bus had been on time. So was I. As Kate came through the door I met her with a glass of chilled chardonnay. “And how’s the worker?” I laughed. “Worthy of her hire, I hope?” “And you, too, darling. You are divine, best wife a woman could have. I need that wine.” She kicked off her shoes and curled her legs under her on the sofa....Read On

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THD: Melinda - Entry Four

Another passage from the diary of Melinda Chevalier...

Feburary 24th Dear Diary, A few more weeks have passed and I’m still not feeling very cheerful. I know that I promised a more pleasant entry so I will try to keep that promise. I’m still missing him in more ways than I can say. We talk now, more frequently, like we used to. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I get lost in...Read On

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A lament for Kathleen

I died a little when I realized she really had gone... but if only these walls could talk.

The sun barely rose on that day I let go. I had, in my misery, banished myself from anything that reminded me of you. Gone out to the old field for solitude. A small house between two tufts of trees sat still and alone. The grey light of the fog peeked meagerly through drawn curtains. As soon as my waking mind became conscious I turned in my bed, alerted only by the sound of  wind...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 2

Follow up to The Blind Girl in the Rain (read first)

Part 2: Rumours and Visions. "There is always someone for each of us they say and you'll be my someone forever and a day. I could search the whole world over until my life is through but I know I'll never find another you. It's a long, long journey so stay by my side. When I walk through the storm you'll be my guide, be my guide. If they gave me a fortune my pleasure would be small and I...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the betrayal?

This is the sixth part of the story, and the plot, and other things, thicken

The bus stop in Beaumont Street was crowded.  The U5 was late, and the commuters out to the Business Park were all consulting their phones. Kate was restless. We’d risen a bit late, but I had managed to make her coffee and rustle up a croissant, rather rushing myself, so she had the time to get ready. It was a big day for her, and it was important that she was rested. As a good wife to be,...Read On

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Eyes Only For Emma

Lonely Dan stunned by Emma's beauty,gets chance to aid her, and gets her warm gratitude

The man and woman at the corner table in the hotel dining room were clearly arguing. The man's swarthy face showed some exasperation as he waved a finger in the air. The woman, with black, shoulder length hair, and slender from Dan's rear view, pointed an occasional finger as she responded. Low tones ensured they attracted no attention from nearer tables. Dan Tiernan turned away, not...Read On

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Resurrection. The Beginning

So, this is what it feels like to get your ass kicked.

I've done terrible things in my life. I’ve betrayed friends and turned my back on those that were close to me. Your life doesn't truly flash before your eyes, that's all bullshit. It's the regrets that haunt you. No, it's your sins. The ones you let down, the ones you failed. Heart monitor softly beeping ______/\_______/\_______/\____ The fog lifted from my head, I recognized...Read On

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Whirlwind- Chapter 2

A penthouse rendezvous

The way he looks at me makes my whole body tingle. His deep green eyes can see everything. He never seems to miss a thing when he’s watching me. "I'm not wanting to scare you, but I want you. I want you so much I might have to take you on the floor,” he murmurs, his hands moving around my waist as the door behind me opens. I feel my skin flush and I see the corners of his lips turn up into...Read On