The phone was ringing at nine in the morning, which was way too early as far as Andi Selene was concerned. She groaned and rolled over in her small apartment, fumbling for her cell. Slitting her eyes against the cold February sunshine coming in through the curtainless window, she answered it. "Hello?" she mumbled blearily. "Andi, darling," came the deep,...
(There is no sex in this conclusion.) ******************** John Watson sat quietly, an untouched cup of coffee before him, gazing out the kitchen window at the gently swaying limbs and leaves of the aspen. He again glanced at the calendar on the wall, recognizing that it was exactly one year since the final divorce decree had been granted and the pain in h...
"Bruce, Gretchen Chaldony is on line one for you." "Thanks Linda, I'll get it from here." "Hello Gretchen." "Hi Bruce – got another client who needs your help – can we get together next week on Wednesday at 9 in my office – I'll fax your office all the usual information today – that sound good?" One thing I will say about Gretchen, she can make a quest...
He held me still before him as he sang about marching armies and victorious battle, new government and food aplenty. When Perikos was done he tightened his hold on my wrists, neck and waist and thick, muscular tendrils coiled around my upper thighs, pulling my legs apart and exposing my dripping heat. I was definitely achieving what Perikos had been training...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real, all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL 65. Sex and the Single Girl After Stephano and Patty discussed what she...
I walked down the stairs and out onto the street. Seeing it was Sunday morning the street was deserted. There weren't any cars moving and no one was out and about. I knew finding a cab was going to be difficult this early so I started walking. Once I crossed the street I looked up to where I was sure Janie's apartment was and saw a drape flutter closed in on...
"Thank goodness for modern science," Ali said as she smoothed her tight black skirt across her shapely hips. The tall brunette turned this way and that in front of her mirror, admiring her taut, toned, and trim figure. Her hands moved up from her hips to cup the twin handfuls at her chest, and she indulged in a brief nipple pinch just to tease herself. A la...
Jean Pierre Lemoine was an artist. His magic moved the needle through the subcutaneous tissue with surgical precision, which was no great surprise to anyone that knew him, as he did have two years of surgical residency under his belt. The surgical scars will be less noticeable than if a plastic surgeon had been over them to hide them, despite being located i...
December 26 I'd just settled down to my morning coffee and an extreme Sudoku when my phone rang. I always do one of the puzzles before work to limber up my mind, and I'd gotten so accustomed to the exercise that I did it even on the days when I wasn't working. I guess you could say that solving puzzles is my profession. The group I'm in gets suspicious com...