The 'Back to Basics' series of stories is my way of getting back to better quality by going back to where I started: Ashley, Becca and myself. Recently, I burned myself out trying to write stories for specific people and I think my quality suffered for it. I will continue to write other things, but for now, it's Back to Basics. --- I sat at the bar, nursin...
This is a continuation of 'The Walking Dead: Sister's in Heat'. ***** Cold bodies gasped and shuffled in the field below; hungry, decaying, ragged and monstrous. The walkers cared for nothing and consumed everything. Barbed wire held corpses back like an umbrella holds back rain; a minor defense against an endless onslaught; and the girls knew in the pris...
"That will be all," the Captain barked, his patent monotone music to Dt. Amy Santiago's ears. In her mind, the slight rise in inflection at the end of his sentence meant she had just done a good job! She was wrong. Sitting back at her desk, Amy fondly watched her superior march away. Finally returning her attention to the waiting computer, the Cuban Detec...
This story has been inspired by two of Britain's greatest glamour models, but is entirely fictional. Security guard Dave Rivers yawned. It was proving to be a remarkably long day and he would be pleased when he could finish up and go home. It had been one of the slowest days he could remember and he was keeping his eyes open only with some difficulty. That...
An attractive looking female blonde tourist, wearing a mask during the festival is wandering around checking all the thrills and sights. The feathered mask matches perfectly with the white button up dress that is low cut in the front, which shows off the young blonde’s ample cleavage. She has a string of white pearls around her neck, which hangs down so it r...
My neighbors have a swimming pool in their back yard. On several occasions there are kids splashing around, but today is different. I walked out on my front porch just in time to see a brunette woman get out of her vehicle and walk to their door. She wore khaki shorts and a summer top with some rather sexy sandals with a bit of a heel to them. Her feet gripp...
I was out at a dance club with some friends on Saturday night. Clubbing isn't really my scene though, and I soon found myself very bored. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. I was having an awful time, and if I didn't leave then, I would miss the last subway train and have to take a $50 cab ride home. So I said goodbye to...
He watched the screen intently, anxiously awaiting his plan to fall into place. He had been plotting for several weeks now, slowly gaining the courage to put everything into practice. Would it come to fruition? Would they suspect anything? His groin flinched in nervous excitement as he watched the images play out upon the computer, his hidden camera survey...
Hearing a knock at the door, Dr. Jemma Simmons jumped in shock, her determined attention pulled away from the device she had spent hours constructing. Straightening up on her stool, the flustered biochemist eyed the metal entranceway suspiciously. Jemma was used to uninvited visitors in her lab; the bus was a hectic place, people, aliens, artifacts; everyt...
New York may be the city that never sleeps, but it sure does sleep around. Not that I'm complaining, sex is good for business. I'm a Private Investigator. A big part of the job is photographing unfaithful assholes while they carry out their kinks: Need. Lust. Desire. Point is I find dirt, and it pays. People do some horny shit. Normally I avoid getting...