La ville de Fort-Sépia était un endroit sans histoire. Les jours et les nuits qui s'y écoulaient se déroulaient généralement sans imprévus, et le soir ou commence cette histoire ne semblait pas faire exception à la règle. Au milieu des maisons plongées dans l'obscurité, une seule se démarquait. Ses fenêtres allumées et les silhouettes qui bougeaient, sans pa...
Pt. XI: The Queen of Hearts Hours later when Jack, Kim and Sam arrived back in Las Vegas, Jack wanted to meet with Thomas Peterson immediately if not sooner. He did. But Peterson wasn't talking. He was dead. The three left immediately for the police impound garage where Peterson's vehicle had been taken. Detective Jimmy DeDad of the Las Vegas Metropolitan...
"Nothing moving, but I know they're out there," I said to my newly assigned private. As the sergeant major in charge of a wild pack of rebels, I wanted him to learn quickly so he could stay alive. "Private, listen up, and pay attention, be like a whisper in the night in a steady breeze of cold air. Stay down, stay low and focus." "Roger that, ma'am," the yo...
Her long hair was tossled. I twisted my fingers in it as I pulled her head down. She resisted at first, but I was insistent. Her eyes stared into mine as I pulled her into the position I wanted at that moment. She knelt for her comfort, knowing she was going to be there for awhile. My cock bobbed as she neared it and as her lips brushed it, it lept. Her war...
Janell was Frank's junior by nearly ten years when she had married him. Although she did not think of herself as a "trophy wife", she did think of him as "quite a catch". Because he was a record executive for a LA label, she had become accustomed to many and frequent backstage full VIP passes to some of the best music in the LA area. She enjoyed the privileg...
"Whatcha got?" Frank Kerman asked. "Snuff flick... possibly," Bob Yorke replied. He held up a jiffy envelope that was a bilious beige colour. 'Snuff/Skin Flick' was written on the side in black marker pen. "Fake... almost certainly," Frank said. "I know, I know," Bob said. "You know what the young uns are like. I keep telling them over and over—snuff fil...
His arms crossed, the eighteen-year old Min-jin kept his focus on the ceiling. He was on a bed, an object Min-jin's dead, youngest uncle never slept on during his life. It was Min-jin's dad's youngest brother who had witnessed a Chinese boy kidnapping Min-hee in an rural village in South Korea. After the kidnapping, Min-jin's uncle had told Min-hee's pare...
This chapter is from Brian's perspective. I felt I wanted at least one day to be his side of the story. ***** I woke up with morning wood pressed into a softly rounded ass and a breast in one hand. I noticed all over again how perfectly her breast fit in my hand. Filling it but not to overflowing. I decided it was going to be a great day despite my stiffne...
On the rack before me were the following tiles: STARBES We were only a few turns into the game, but my wife was already way ahead (as usual). She is an avid Scrabble player and a voracious reader, her mind possessed an incredible vocabulary, including every two- and three-letter word in the Scrabble Player's Dictionary. But I enjoyed the game regardless of...
Duke Boulet stamped snow from his boots and stared hard at the fortress spanning the valley ahead. It was a grim place, grey stone walls and battlements lined with wicked looking spikes, and it had been a long journey to reach it, here at the heart of the Mistral Peaks. A long, hard, cold and hungry journey, but the Duke and his men had not wavered. The king...