It was her first international meeting and Magda could be pleased with her performance. She had swum a personal best in the heat and finished a respectable fifth in the final. Her coach, the tall and imposing Petr Hoiniks, had taken her to one side after the final and congratulated her on her performance. He had also pointed out the things that could be imp...
Note: These characters are fictional. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** It was a cool morning in Montreal when Stephanie Moureaux ran out on to the practice pitch. Her form was lithe and agile with lightly tanned skin. It was covered by the distinctive French football uniform, navy blue shorts an...
Clarification: All characters in the sex scenes described in this work of fiction are above the legal age of consent in your state or country. * * * * * Life was so different for Tanneka now since her parents had left her that tearful day, leaving her in the care of the Van Vliet family and their children. Not that she didn't appreciate her new guardians,...
When I first met Radai, I must say I didn't like her very much. She seemed arrogant and stuck up. "This is Radai Romanus, she will be helping me teach this class," Ariel, the pretty young Filipino teacher, had said. I looked at the tall, slim, pale faced blonde and smiled. I didn't like how she never smiled back, just looked right through me with her grey-bl...
All's Fair in Warfare Thunder clapped angrily in the distance, ripping the night with momentary light. Rain beat down hard on the black buildings of Berlin. God was grieving for the lifeless body lying on the floor of the Wust family home. Emily Wust awoke with a start. She sat bolt upright on her bed. Was that me? She brought a trembling hand to her throb...
The Luger felt cold and heavy in Anne-Marie's small hand. She hated guns, violence, confrontation, and was by nature timid and reserved. Under normal circumstances she would be home now, or maybe out with Polly at the girl's club, in the underground. I wish I was anywhere but here, she thought. Circumstances were far from normal, for this was Paris in 1943 a...
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New Year's Eve was always something I looked forward to with mixed feelings, as I felt obligated to be social while everyone else got increasingly drunk. Neither the former, nor the latter appealed to me very much, and so I had turned the end of the year into something relaxed and quiet for me and my loved ones, ever since I'm living alone. 2016 is no exce...
The rags Rebekkah wore barely covered her modesty. It was impossible for them to cover both breasts. As she struggled along the muddy track, the rotting shoes on her feet let in the moisture from the earth while each step exposed her bare crotch to the chill of the late March wind. But Rebekkah had long ago lost all sense of propriety or dignity. And if her...
Here is the final part of The American Reporter. Helga has discovered that Helmut has been spying on her under orders from SiPo because her father wasn't anti-Jewish enough for their liking. A plan is hatched to get her out of Egypt and into America after she lets two men from the American embassy copy the contents of her husband's safe. I apologise for tak...