At most, it was a fragment of a dream -- a very slender girl with pale skin. Lithe and athletic, she moves with an almost artificial grace. I observe her without being seen and when she turns to face me the dream ends. I was always deeply aroused by the sight of her. Not just her nakedness but her utter bareness. Devoid of breasts or pubic hair; absolutely a...
Two weeks or so after the party at which I found Vickie shivering on the bedroom floor I had been using, I received a text message from her, while I was at work. It was cryptic to say the least: Need to talk to you. When would be good for you? V. I spent several minutes trying to guess why she felt the need to talk. She had made it pretty clear before she l...
Pure fiction. My thanks to my editor Wicked Inside. ***** As the bus jerked to a start, Julie swung into an empty seat and dropped her full daypack beside her. The ride would not be long, and it had been a hectic morning making sure she had done enough to take an extended lunch. She mentally ran through each task still not finished, noting what remained, t...
Sgt Tony Kazz is a supervisor with the State police in Melbourne, Australia, just turned 50, a veteran of 30 years. He's a touch under 6 feet, dark hair with a touch of grey on the temples and one of the fittest veterans in the Division. He was on his routine supervision patrol; it is a hot, humid February night in the eastern suburbs. Nights like this somet...
"Good Evening, Gentlemen," the Captain began, "and welcome to our monthly meeting. I hope you have enjoyed the delicious food and wine which has been on offer to you," there was a smattering of applause, "and continue to enjoy the evening's entertainment." I had been in the Captain's employ for only a few days, but was beginning to understand the way his mon...
DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. The characters depicted herein are all 18-years-old or older. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, or events, past or present, are strictly coincidental. * I've been with my girlfriend for only three years. We didn't start out conservative, we were liberal and horny as hell. But it already fee...
Prologue "Hello this is Madame Elizabeth's office, Secretary Joan Hemming speaking." My response to the call automatic although this wasn't my usual position I was well rehearsed. Since I had moved to the city I had been working in the financial section of Heathrowe Inc. a wealthy supernatural corporation which ran most of post war Chicago. The shrill ring...
"The Shady Lakes Cottages provides a quiet, discreet getaway from the rat race, a place where the cares of the world can be left behind for the simplicity of nature accompanied by comfort services, excellent food, and warmly appointed lodging." That's what the brochure stated and when the Cottages were new in the 1980s that was spot on. Nearly thirty years...
The two men escorted me into a room with nothing but a bed, a toilet, blank white walls and a feeling of hopelessness. It looked like a prison cell. I had no idea what was going on, I was sort of scared and a little pissed. One man walked away and the other held onto my arms. They looked sexy, though, wearing what seemed to be "Men in Black" costumes. The ma...
Chapter 11 After a fitful night, Stan got up in the morning feeling tired and somehow unkempt. A shower and a shave later it was only tiredness, but Stan couldn't get the grittiness out of his eyes. His 20-20 hindsight was telling him that there were all sorts of things he could have said last night, the most important of which would have been "Can I take y...