"The citizens of the great State of Mississippi," Stuart Whitman loved the sound of that phrase each and every time he said it in front of a television camera, "must be certain that the gaming industry they have voted for is run cleanly, fairly, and transparently. Beyond the reach of organized crime, answerable to the people. And as Attorney General, it is m...
The shadowy figure crawled out of the sarcophagus, and took a deep breath before exhaling fully, efficiently clearing its lungs of the musty tasting air from cryostasis. It then performed a complex set of stretches, limbering up its body and preparing for action. It was a routine it had performed four-hundred-and-thirty-two times before, starting each missio...
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 End Chapter 20 Unit no. 85 Saturday, October 16, 7:26 PM ...There she...
Thursday, July 21, 2005 -- 2 p.m. My name is Bill Maitland. I am the second most powerful man in the State Attorney's office in Jacksonville. The most powerful if you consider that my boss' eye and attention and heart is really centered on the Governor's chair in Tallahassee. Day to day, I run the place. I was also, at this particular moment in time, look...
(Author's note: It seems funny to say that I'm "dating" an older man. When you're in your forties and your lover passes sixty, you would think there was some more adult word for it besides "dating". Dating is for teenagers and twenty-something's that think they know everything, but actually know almost nothing. Whatever you call Donald's and my relationship,...
(Note: Everybody involved in this tale is an adult) ***** There is nothing so spectacular in this world as a gorgeous eighteen-year old high school girl taking off her school uniform piece by piece. All the way. Until she is nude. The transformation is remarkable. In the process she moves from a naive and innocent youth to a supple, functioning woman. And...
Fifteen months. It's late February 1999, and that's the lifespan so far of this current period of fidelity, a period of being only with my wife. Yeah I know, that's the way it's supposed to be so I freely admit to you that I'm a fool and an asshole, that I play around behind the back of the woman I claim to love. And that's just it; I do love her, deeply....
-1- Lynnette and Jarred lay coiled together on the warm, sun-baked beach of San Ramiro Island, their naked, toned, tan bodies basking in the warm afterglow of an intense round of passionate lovemaking. Jarred kissed her deeply and passionately on the lips, while Lynnette stroked his already stiffening shaft of manhood. "Are you up for it again?" Jarred whi...
^^^June 2005. On the beach of Cap d' Agde, France^^^ "An erection? Really, Armand?" Yvonne rebuked her brother in a harsh, belittling tone. The slim, twenty-year-old frowned, shook her head, and glared at his erect penis. "I can't help it," the eighteen-year-old answered. His face was red. "I'm surrounded by naked women. It's a natural reaction." "What's...
I realise that I am leaving myself open to being pilloried by the 'Anonymous' brigade with this story. In a previous story, 'A Good Year' I attempted to delineate between the story, and my comments on the writing process, by italicising these comments. But it didn't work and, of course it was all my fault! I should have italicised the comments I was told. Th...