CHAPTER 4     As only to be expected, the sun came up that next cloudless morning on the faraway shimmering horizon highlighting the shapes of the merchant ships sailing in both directions in the deep channel that paralleled the beach with narrow alignment making them all seem a little too tight for comfort. Strangely, they were close enough to make out a number of distinct details about their cargo and design, but they w...

Little Dolly Packer hadn’t been a babysitter very long. In fact, she had only started to babysit for money the previous month. Her father was away on a long sea cruise earning much needed cash for the family of five. She and her three other younger sisters were a burden on their sickly mother’s shoulders and Dolly did her best to help out with the earning of income to put food in their mouths and the rent inside her mothe...

Alice Stuart was not at all certain that she should even be standing in this hallway waiting for the seminar supervisor to assign her to a study hall for the four hour program of “Introduction to Analogy for Artistic Expression”. The very title was a bit over the top for her because she was a fairly successful Romance writer of mostly e-book stories that were popular with the young female readers that far preferred readin...

  My experiment with taking on John and Raymond at the same time was most enjoyable but after some self-introspection, I came to the conclusion that one on one sex was far better because I wasn’t outnumbered and constantly trying to please both partners without favoring one over the other. It did reveal to me that taking it all the way up in both front and back at the same time was sort of trying walk a high-wire and not...

I was so looking forward with great anticipation to my upcoming weekend in Paris. It was the perfect time of year to be outside of the UK in the city of romance and eternal youth. One of my side issues that filled my waking hours with the seeds of guilt was the need to converse in French with native speakers so I might improve my terrible Midland’s accent, to at least the off chance I might be from somewhere more appropri...

The winter in the mountains had been harsh that year. Greta still clung to the belief that everything would work out if they just remained patient and let the winds of fate decide their future. Hans scoffed at the idea just like he had rejected the inclination to trust the dreaded witch. He loved his adopted sister more than life itself but sometimes she was so irritatingly “good” that he left her to her cleaning in the t...

I guess this is what you would call a “Confession” of sorts. Not that I am a Roman Catholic or anything like that. I am a good Church of England girl and I was brought up real strict by my mum who constantly reminded me every school day to wear clean knickers in case I got hit by a truck on the way to school. Knickers! Whenever I start to think about knickers or even bras my mind just goes right into the gutter and all I...

The muscular son of Tarzan recently transplanted from the Dark Continent knocked on the glass window in the taxi and asked, “Can you take me to the main train station in the middle of London?” The driver looked in the mirror at him and didn’t like what he saw. The bloke in the back was horrendously huge with muscles that strained the seams of his finely cut three-piece suit custom tailored for him by the family haberdashe...

CHAPTER 2 (Tarzan Jr. meets Sister Monique and Sister Heidimarie in Johannesburg)   The muscular Adam Smith aka Tarzan Jr. walked in front of Sister Monique and Sister Heidimarie up the spiral staircase to the rooftop hideaway along with “Jane” the dark-skinned nubile companion he had come to cherish like a pleasing bed-mate with no holds barred when it came to horizontal gymnastics. The two nuns had very different though...

Let me say up front that I am not a bad guy. Well, I guess the only one who ever told me I was a good boy was my mama, but that is certainly not my fault at all. It is a hard world out there and a guy has to be on his toes all the time and watch out for all the cocksuckers who would stab you in the back just to get your wallet. I will admit I had a bit of a drinking problem from time to time, but it was usually teamed up...

The funeral of the famous English lord known affectionately as “Tarzan” to his admirers on The Dark Continent was an odd affair that perplexed the town folk in the small village close to his traditional family estate in the Northlands. They had come to love the quiet and reclusive man that was so generous to the poor and the afflicted in ways that reflected his humble solicitude. The sisters in the Convent of Saint John p...

Cindy Weston was a properly behaved UK girl touring the Florida beach scene and enjoying every minute of it. Her best friend Josie from Bath was her semi-attached shadow and constantly reassured her that she was the most beautiful girl to be found in any direction as far as the eye could see. The serious-minded Josie was ever present at Cindy’s side to lather her up with the sun screen block at appropriate intervals. Both...

Mary Connor hated her nickname of “Midnight Mary” because it insinuated she was the sort of girl that liked to get down and dirty with those things that went bump in the night and which invariably caused innocent-looking girls to get tagged with terrible reputations. She certainly didn’t think it was fair for people to jump to conclusions about her moral character just because she seldom went out of the house in daylight...

The new rector sent out to the country for spiritual re-awakening was making a swing through the fertile farming lands of the North Country resting at random parishioner’s domiciles without much fanfare and awash in welcoming hands. The sun was setting low on the far-away highlands when he dismounted in front of the stable that abutted the modest farm of the most devout Council member Jones and his all-female abode of a s...

When she first saw the ad in the classified section, Jennifer giggled at the blatant misogyny implied by the wording. A part of her wanted to find some materials and make up a sign so she could march up and down the sidewalk protesting the filthy male perverts that saw the other gender as toys to be used and then discarded when they tired of them like yesterday’s newspaper or bags for the trash bin every Monday morning. N...