**Author's Note: Apologies for those who read this series that it took so long to post. Been writing other stories and trying to get this one just right. I feel that if I rushed it then it would cheat the readers and I don't like doing that. Hope you enjoy this chapter, it gets kinda crazy. ***** His hostile glare was as hard as daggers but Agnes only smil...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Agnes was wearing cut off denim shorts that looked painted on with a large red and black shirt that she got on a trip to New Orleans that she liked to sleep in. It read: "Do No Harm But Take No Shit" below a yellow crescent moon. It was from a voodoo shop in the French Quarter. "So... Mom killed dad?" Charlie sat at the small kitchen table with his hands in...
(At work one day on a break with my fellow coworkers explaining my involvement with the survivor contest and having to write stories in categories I was unfamiliar with. A fellow supervisor come up with this tale and it was so intense I almost didn't want to write it but after several plots and story lines were hashed out this was the tale we come up with. I...
Chapter 14: Bittersweet Victory ***** From his spot in the open, gilded hallway of the Javan imperial palace, Admiral Percival Bancroft fumed silently. He didn't start his morning off this way, and he remembered walking with his cane to the palace in a mildly positive mood. It was just that spending enough time in the decadence of the palace always seemed...
My name is Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old, and I have been exploring my sexuality following a bad breakup. I'm 5'3", about 128 lbs with reddish hair, 32C breasts, and a nice athletic build. I'm not a model by any means, but men think I'm cute. A couple weeks ago, I was over at my friend's house looking at her laptop while she outlined her plan for her...
My name is Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old, and I have been exploring my sexuality following a bad breakup. I'm 5'3", about 128 lbs with reddish hair, 32C breasts, and a nice athletic build. I'm not a model by any means, but men think I'm cute. A couple weeks ago, I was over at my friend's house looking at her laptop while she outlined her plan for her...
Victor Herrera walked with a purposeful stride as he left the fish market. Stepping quickly to the curb, he stuck his arm in the air, signaling for a taxi. The rush hour traffic meant he had to wait for ten minutes before a yellow cab pulled up to him. Broadway and Moore Street, please, he instructed the driver and sat back, with a satisfied sigh. In his he...
Ralph plunged his cock into Debbie's pussy as she buried her face in a pillow conveniently placed on the large sofa. This muffled her moans of pleasure as Ralph demonstrated remarkable stamina and control. As he fucked her, he ran his hands over her ass and backs, enjoying every inch of Debbie's voluptuous frame. "Jesus! Your ass is perfect, Debbie," groane...
"No," she moaned, her head twisting against the satin covered pillow. "Please, let me go. I don't want this," she keened, her voice rising as panic and fear twisted inside of her. "I don't want you." "Hush, my darling," he breathed, coming to sit down next to her on the soft pallet, his fingers tickling across the white silk that covered her sumptuous figur...