The room was very dark; actually gloomy was a better word. The lights were off and the drapes were pulled. Only the weak light from an overcast evening was able to make it around the windowsill of the hotel room and provide any illumination. I could only barely make out Laney's form, but not detail. She appeared as a dark woman-shaped shadow, standing next t...
New readers might want to go start at the first chapter in this series for the background. And as usual, I beg for comments and votes. Mark sat listlessly on the sofa in front of the television. Tonight's news was dull, he thought, and dull news made for a happy society—for everyone else. Mark was among the unhappy. His hot little wife, Marilyn, was at he...
The Senate office building was old. It creaked and clanged. And like all other old government buildings it had its fair share of ghost stories. While the great din created by the machines of government kept most of the "ghosts" at bay during the day, the phantoms emerged at night to make even the most-hearty soul feel uneasy. Rose O'Malley was one such soul....
"You don't suppose your uncle was kidding?" Baxter wondered, peering through the gray and empty wood suspiciously. If there was a house there, he couldn't see it. Neither could she, but she had followed these directions precisely. She was not used to making mistakes. "He's not the kind of man to kid around," Shari said. "Based on what I've read in the paper...
Her eccentric uncle left her one of his many properties in his will. When she first arrived, she thought to herself this had to be a joke. An old European castle with it's musty odor and outward appearance. At least it had been somewhat modernized as she explored it to find it had electricity and communication devices. Digging deeper into it's depths, she br...
I wrote this for those of us that still have dreams to realize. Ever since I retired, I've been driving cars for a local auto dealer. It doesn't pay much, but it gives me something to do and I work with a great bunch of people. I hadn't worked for a few days when the manager called me. He asked if I was interested in making some extra money and of cour...
Isabella De Carlo turned out to be as exotic as her name. True, she was drop dead gorgeous, but she was also aloof, mysterious and sensual. She spoke with an accent that was as ambiguous as her name; neither betrayed her ethnicity. She could have been Spanish, Italian, or Greek; there was no way of knowing. I could see how men would be attracted to her, had...
(Editor's Note: this is an article about appreciating willing exhibitionists. We do not support invading anyone's privacy. Fantasies are fantasies, but in real life, we advise you to always mind other people's boundaries and your local laws.) * If any of you are voyeurs like me and are those who appreciate exhibitionistic women, then this story is for you....
"Here?" she asked; her eyes a bit too round and her voice a tad too shrill. Even though she tried to convey her surprise, she really wasn't fooling anyone, least of all him. She loved the idea, and he knew it. Nevertheless, he knew she would play the innocent in all of this and would need to be convinced. That was a part of the game for her. "Yes," he said...
Hello, there. Steve Chretien Lamont is the name and collegiate adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a student at Edelson College, a small four-year private school in Indiana. These days, I'm counting down until graduation. For a young black man from a poor Haitian family, graduating college is a big deal. I'm getting my Bachelors of science degree in Crim...