Melissa froze, the realization that she was in real trouble had finally hit her. The man reaching for her looked like Patrick Sinclaire but it wasn't. This man was angry and filled with hate- for her; she could feel it radiating from him as a hand reached for her foot. "Answer me; do you still want to play with me?" Patrick growled as he took a leg and pull...
David Makes a Call David Lindstrom wasn't sure he should be calling Sally Czarwitz but he had been bragging, so ... "Hello David," Sally answered somewhat quizzically. David was one of the many guys she had sex with in high school. Since graduation she had been having sex with as many as possible of the guys in her "stable" as she considered them. She hadn...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** The Attorney General's Special Crimes Office had been created by statute about twelve years ago. The then incumbent AG got his allies in the General Assembly to create the SCO in order to burnish the AG's crime-fighting credentials...
A group of them had been meeting for a few months. It was a nice group of kids, most of them regularly attended the parties, but there were always a few different ones. It was by invitation only. John had to be careful to have the same number of boys and girls. So far the evenings had been typical makeout sessions. Lots of kissing, pretty hot and heavy, as w...
I'll say a couple things about this story at the end so as not to dissuade or spoil anything. ****** The casino was not living up to his expectations. Zeke couldn't understand why all these gambling bitches were so up-tight. It was Saturday night, he had a room in the hotel and he was built like a Greek god. He should have them lining up. He should be taki...
"Rachel, I think I will just call it a day and go home." I told my secretary. "Don't forget to call your wife before you go home. She said to make sure I told you to call." "Thanks I will call her from the phone in the truck." I knew it was Ann's day off from work. Since I would be home in ten minutes, I decided not to call and drive on home. Arriving at...
Part 1 She is driving here from Nantes – around four hours of traffic in a wee tin box made by Peugeot. It might have trick sliding doors but it's suspension is too hard for comfort. It has to be to cope with it being so tall and it's interior is toc-toc plastic – it dates from a time when Peugeot didn't understand the phrase "perceived quality". She will b...
It had been a year since Amy had been bought at auction. All the growing pains soon were resolved. Amy had a great aptitude for organization, leadership, and anything tech it seemed. 'His Lordship' integrated her into his operations; she relieved stress from his business. She moved to custom-made program applications to keep up the growing empire of 'His Lor...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * "Hey, Eddie. How are ya?" the soft voice asked. I recognized her voice even though I didn't remember the phone numb...
The water was cool on my skin and felt very refreshing. The lake was very noisy and the water was filled with naked bodies, so it surprised me when I felt a soft hand brush against my ankle. I looked down, but whoever had touched me was already gone. I looked around for anybody who was surfacing, but saw that there wasn't a soul within a ten foot circle of m...