It was suppose to be an easy mission, but I was wrong. Oh, was I wrong. The mission was to assassinate Charlie Carlson. A classified file was mailed to me a week ago, which stated that I must kill him immediately, no questions asked. There was no further information: Charlie's photo, background, nothing. A ticket for Chicago was also mailed to me: apparent...
Note: Just a quick note for my followers, after a few more Love Box chapters, this story will be my main thing. (Not that I'll stop doing The Love Box, mind you) As always, let me know what you like, what you don't like, all that stuff. Love hearing from all of you -- I picked up a cup of coffee that Abigail, my roommate, was kind enough to heat up for m...
I was on a business trip to Pittsburgh. Grad school was in the rear view mirror. With it came another promotion, more money, and more travel. I particularly didn't care for the travel part. It meant time away from Julia, who, God knows, is busy enough with her own work. C.F.O. It still brought a smile to my face when I thought of my wife and her job. Three g...
It was amongst the advertisements for gifts for him and her, subscriptions to various exotic journals and unique things for the house and garden. It leapt out of the page, grabbing my attention and I felt my heart flutter with excitement as I first scanned then carefully reread the item. "A few Very Special People are to be Selected to Attend a Small Intim...
I'm bent over the table, legs spread wide. I grip the edges, the glass biting into my palms, my knuckles white with effort. She kicks my legs further apart, admonishing me for my perceived lack of effort. Grunting, I spread my legs even further. Pleasure bordering on pain shoots up my thighs and straight to my clit. The insides of my thighs feel like they a...
"Just come over here!" My best friend, Cassie, could be so impatient at times, and today was no exception. Her voice rang out through my cell phone, "I have to eat some dinner and then we can hang out." "Okay, fine," I replied. When Cassie wanted to see me she always demanded instead of asked. Of course, I was eager to see her too. Truth be told, we were ki...
I really can't talk about the specifics of my last job. I can tell you that my supervisor was a prick. He was egotistical, selfish, and always looking for a way to win over his superiors. For the sake of this story, we will call him "Bob". He was one of those shorter than average guys who thrust his weight and chest around like he owned a place. It became ap...
The sun shone blindingly, its radiance and emanating warmth serving as a deceitful mirage, a false comfort that belied the earth's frigid cold. Yet, its beauty was genuine, reminiscent of vintage holiday greeting cards. The snow sparkled with what seemed like an endless bounty of fragmented diamonds, its vast blanket spread out across pure expanses of slopes...
Hey readers, long time no...write? Sorry, college is kicking my ass a little bit, but I'm coping ;) Anyway, this story has been sitting in my laptop for who knows how many months, so... Here you go ☺ I hope you guys forgive me though, I will try to write as much as I can. Write a feedback here and there, I love getting mails from you aka readers! ------...
Hello friends!! Welcome back to Smokey's corner, and to Saga #89. This is my first story with a non-English title. There are no French characters in it (if you'd like one of those, please read "How To Tickle A Girl Insane"); it's simply a borrowed phrase. Everyone knows what it conveys, but it actually literally translates to "Household to three." And the ch...