Declan 'Deckie' Anderson stepped out from HMP Wormwood Scrubs in West London after a three year prison sentence for Cannabis smuggling into the country. He had pleaded guilty, knowing he would have been given a longer custodial prison sentence; his Legal Aid solicitor told him to take the lesser sentence. Either way, Declan did his time inside and survived;...
His left arm is wrapped across her back, holding her steady as they kiss in the empty lift as it makes it slow way to the top of the building. He feels her hand grasp the wrist of his free hand and guide it under her skirt, and he smiles against her mouth as he follows her lead. He reaches up to find the cotton of her knickers and rubs his fingertips up and...
The Autumn breeze was cool and crisp as Dixon Abernathy jogged along the road that led back to his house. His sweatshirt was keeping the chill off, but wouldn't be very effective for much longer. At 28, he was more fit than he thought he'd be, mainly because he was an exercise junkie. He didn't eat particularly healthy, but the love of running took care of m...
Chapter VIII: Lay 'Em Straight Laurel sprinted across the beach into the last of the sun's rays. Her lithe silhouette jigging back and forth as she kicked into the yielding sand - attracted the attention of Manu - and - for perhaps the first time today, Bluesman had found himself staring at her. Somehow, most of the guests who had wanted to, had sequestere...
"Ma'am, in light of your past record as an armed militant in the conflict in Lebanon, I fear that Canada cannot accept you as a conventional refugee," said Judge Marshall Lemieux, speaking for the International Refugee Board of Citizenship & Immigration Canada. Salome Zankoul closed her eyes, hard. These dastardly, smug fools in robes have no idea what life...
So much had changed in such a short while. Having been consumed by her hoard of young men, their Father's, neighbors, Christina Holly lost her reasoning. Her man Dixon at home was just not enough. Partying with him to a short degree by stocking up on his favorite beer, she let her boyfriend succumb to the alcohol. The drunker he was the more manageable he wa...
Local Police Officers, "Gates" and "Dixon" hadn't said a word to Monica since her arrest for indecent exposure. Facsimile arrest that is. No Miranda Rights read at least. Still, she was locked in the back seat of their Squad Car with handcuffs binding her wrists behind her back. Naked. She didn't know whether to laugh, smile, cry, or beg for mercy. After al...
Frances Bloxham unlocked the door of the office at 7.30am, walked in and turned off the alarm. The offices were on the 3rd floor of a town centre block, above a number of shops. It was an old fashioned building, although their offices were stylishly decorated, with modern furnishings. Through the door was a corridor. On the left the reception and general off...
The sun beat down on Sydney Bristow's head as she jogged towards headquarters. Her face showed no exertion as she pushed herself to her physical limit. Her silken brown was tied up in a pony tail that was flying around the back of her head. Her chest heaved under the sports bra that she was wearing for a top. She had her walkman on blaring some Third Eye Bli...
Classes had just ended for the day at the local high school, and Principal Benjamin Dixon was feeling horny and a bit out of sorts. He thought about Jennifer Brock, a tall female student with long blonde hair, a beautiful face and a terrific figure, and how he had spanked her with a ruler when she was caught smoking in school. She had suggested corporal puni...