I imagined this story in the last days, but I'm not sure if I will continue it. It will depend on your feedbacks. Calixte, thank you for your review on this part. Enjoy the reading. =============================== Part 1 Glancing to the wall clock, Lady Katherine Spencer was startled to notice that it was already 10:30 AM, time for her daily appointm...
THE CASE OF THE MURDERED LORD It was as I recall a dim day in late November although he air was clear outside our lodgings in 221b Baker Street.. Holmes was engaged in a scientific experiment to see how long he could bugger Mrs. Hudson before she cried for mercy and I was quietly buggering Mr. Hudson when I glanced out of the window. 'Good heavens Holmes!'...
Betty was what some would call a rich old broad. She was aristocrat all the way. Born in the city, raised in the city and bred to be a rich wife of a politician. Her family was from retail, owning the largest chain of department stores in the east. She went to Vassar and then decided to come closer to home and finished her education at the University of Virg...
Copyright 2012 Naoko Smith His fingers fumbled at the buttons of her shirt. She pressed her mouth to his. He was so excited that he could barely put his lips together for the kiss. His mouth was wet and loose to her pressing soft mouth, she moaned with the pleasure of his pleasure. He was trembling with anticipation. They had barely got in the door to his...
Angela had toothache. It had kept her awake all night having started a couple of days earlier. Her maid had advised her to use oil of cloves, but it was not doing any good. Even worse her husband of six weeks, William, was angry because she would not have sex with him. William was twenty years older than Angela and they were on honeymoon touring Europe. As...
Dawn's red curls stirred gently in the salt laden breeze as her misty gray-green eyes stared absently off to the horizon. The fading light blue of the sky rested gently on the deep azure of the sea, ruffled here and there by light crests of foam on the waves. "There is beauty here," she thought to herself as she stared absently, longing for the emerald green...
"Wine, dine, and 69 me," were the words, I felt were etched in day glow ink on my forehead for all the patrons of the country club to see, as my older-than-I date escorted me into the banquet room. Another hosh posh insipid gathering of old monied blue haired ladies with their tanned retired aristocrat husbands in toll, rich widowers and divorced high profil...
Patches of snow flecked the dirt road in rural France as a squad of German soldiers rode by on motorcycles. A land mine exploded, destroying the first motorcycle, and killing the rider. The other motorcycles crashed. Their riders tried to shoot at unseen enemies. French resistance fighters quickly mowed them down with submachine gun fire. The resistance fi...
On her way home from the airport, Tasha phoned her husband. He had called four times since her flight was supposed to have landed at eleven a.m. "Reid?" "Hey, sugar. Where are you?" "In the back of a taxi. My flight was late." Tasha pushed sunglasses up into her crop of shoulder length curls which were a muddy brick color the same tone as her brown skin. "...
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are at least eighteen years of age. TRIGGER WARNINGS: drunkenness, feet, bodily fluids, adultery ***** All that was left was the pool table, the TV, the kitchen appliances, and about a dozen bottles of wine. We'd packed up the rest—the furniture, the china, the antiques, all the hunting and fishing gear a...