When George and his wife Pamela were about to leave the estate he slipped a £20 note into my hand and smiled. I rather liked being paid for allowing certain things. You could say that it was a good arrangement for us both. I liked George he was well educated and could converse about many things. My aunt Pam was the opposite she never seemed to say very much. (well not to me).  Talking about Pam. Mavis the housekeeper was...

After many years of service  Edward's old jeep had finally given up the ghost. He'd had it for twenty-three years and went all over the estate in it. I was pleasantly surprised by his replacement mode of transport. A huge jet black stallion and he was quite magnificent. Edward called him Titan a most fitting name, I thought. We were moving steadily into the Autumn and the multitude of coloured leaves were falling from the...

When I was seventeen, I received notification that I had been accepted by Oxford University for a three-year degree course in Business Studies and Economics. This meant that I had less than one year left on Edward's estate. Edward had recently got a new dog he was of good size and had a pleasing disposition. We decided to call him Brutus.  Sometimes when running through the woods I found such an experience more than a lit...

My Uncle Edward made his fortune from the gold mines that he owned in South Africa. He was smart enough to sell out when the gold price was at its peak. He invested some of the proceeds into land in England. Quite by chance, he heard about an estate that was up for sale by a family that was on hard times. The estate was in the Norfolk countryside and well away from the nearest town. He managed to buy it at a knockdown pri...

Top Shelf Baby You’re swagger that slays me But baby, back down from the top shelf. We’re driving too fast past the city lights because you just like to hear me scream. I know the way you need me without the frills of wealth, I don’t need big carats or trips to Tropez Because I have you in your vintage Vuarnets, peeping at me over the tops.   Come down under the covers; let’s dive away within one another. We’re the same w...

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Marlee: Chapter 02 by MrDeep © Hello again. If we haven't been introduced, I am C.C. I don't use my real name or where I work for security reasons. What do I do, you ask? I am an executive for a large investment bank. I manipulate stock and gold prices. I turn stocks into gold. I hoard gold. I also manipulate woman. I turn women into sluts. I prefer married women. I hoard sluts. I sell the best ones on the "market" to the...

He put thought's in human heads...Mind controlling he knew He was adept at mass seduction His goal was mass production. He took advantage of my health For his selfish need, and wealth My blood was indeed Something Vampires did need Very rare But did they care All they thought was It tasted so rare He made a fortune Thinking what's the heck While he sat back counting his money While Vamps sucked at my neck My rare blood ty...

It was with nothing but disgust that Susan regarded the musicians whose subtle and accomplished performance was so enrapturing most of the other guests. Susan was conscious that she was a fraud in so many ways and her presence at the recital a sham. It was the music she should be appreciating rather than the musicians. She should be somehow transported to the higher plane that Franz Schubert had prepared for listeners to...

Chapter Two Rose O’Toole Part 1 Dark circles shadowed Rose O’Toole’s green eyes. Three worrisome weeks at a boarding house in New York’s notorious Five Points section left Rose with fingernails gnawed down to nubs. On that April morn, she tied her long, auburn hair into a neat bun, bundled her few possessions in a sack and bid farewell to the boarding house, praying never to return. The streets of New York stank of such r...

The Bordunes Morning, Mid-April 1882 Chapter One Lorelei Langley Part 1 On an unseasonably balmy April morning in Manhattan, a young woman in a peach colored satin dress made her way down Fifth Avenue. Catching her reflection in the window of a hat shop, Lorelei Langley paused to admire herself. After looking around to ensure no one was nearby, she leaned closer to her reflection and opened her cashmere shawl to reveal a...