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Trisha's In Trouble

Monday - Part 1(Explicit Content)

The Little Green Room

The Little Green Room.

San Quentin Prison, California, 10am, November 8 1957.

Street Phantom

I just couldn't identify with what was happening to him - just another one lost.

Bird in the Sky

A fictional account of real events in the Chagos Islands over 40 years ago.

Chapter Two: From "A Good Pot of Red Sauce".

Second chapter to "A Good Pot of Red Sauce"

 I Concentrate On Avoiding Puddles

On the avoidance of puddles.

First Love

My First Love story. A story about falling in love with someone 8000 miles away.

 Huts81

up the hill to the Halls.

THE LOVER

Was she the cougar or the prey? Can an older woman really find love on the Internet with a much younger man? You be the judge.

Lightning

All manner of stories are told about us shamans. For a start they say we can fly, a skill allegedly passed on from the people of a far distant land many years ago.

 47˚ East 18˚ South 2

I have no idea what's going to happen next

 Chapter One from a Good Pot of Red Sauce

Chapter one: Good Pot of Red Sauce

Inter-Village Orgy League: Match Report

Well, now. We are approaching the halfway point in this year's Upper Thyghspreader Inter-Village Orgy League.

The Artist of Death

The first of 19 installments:
Tobin Goffe was your typical struggling artist and life became more complicated when he met Amy, who worked in the seedier side of Auckland's nightlife.

Another Tuesday Night

There's something...hiding deep down inside.

I'm not quite sure if it should be considered Humour, Erotica or considered Miscellaneous. Perhaps a mix of all three?

Secret 4 for the collection.

Memories and Melodies

A woman's poignant reflections of a cherished friend.

 The cat's Whiskers

Mark was used to geting what-ever he wanted. What he didn't bank on was Jane's love of cats stopping him from getting this woman into bed.

WMDN XV

The man attracts paper like a bureaucrat!!!

 'Do you suffer from depression?'

‘Do you suffer from depression?’ she asked.
‘Well..,’ I began, but there was more.

'No, Daddy.'

Finally, I could see her.