1 The neon glare from St. Petersburg's Nevsky Prospect was the only light that shone in Sergei Arkedyvich's dim, spartan office. The gangster was seated in an armchair by the wide window, burning cigarette dangling from his meaty lips. He considered the liquid line over halfway down the vodka bottle before him, and regarded the paunchy man sitting across fr...
Chapter 1 Kyle Whitley was getting tight. He wasn't falling down drunk yet, but he was getting there. That was why he was trying to fumble open the sliding patio door leading out to Paul and Ann's rear deck. It was a nice one, solid as a rock. They'd only had it for a couple of weeks. After having seen it earlier in the evening, Kyle was thinking of buildin...
Author's Note - Well dear readers, here it is - the next instalment of Two Thousand and Ten. Apologies if you have waited a long time for this as I have been busy with other projects, but hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter. Please feel free to comment or send reviews (as long as they're positive!) Disclaimer - I am not a legal professional, so apologi...
Chapter Fourteen — Sunday School When she'd gone to Mass as a teenager on the old Headmaster's orders, Janice had been struck by the appearance of the Father leading the service. He was tall and rough looking, with large, craggy features and recessed but gleaming dark eyes. He had also noted the presence of the gorgeous, sensuous young brunette sitting in t...
John felt soft fingers brushing against his leg, the touch gentle and inquisitive as those fingertips explored his muscles. The girl caressing him was hesitant at first, then grew bolder, a second hand joining the first in caressing his thighs. Glancing down he spotted a purple elfin face looking up at him with an expression caught between excitement and aro...
He wasn't actually told 'don't go near Ella' but it was pretty much as near to that as possible. His landlady had told the thirty three year old school teacher that 'her down Traitors Lane' with the emphasis on 'HER', was trouble and he could see his new neighbours and numerous other villagers looking down their noses at the beautiful woman when she, very oc...
London must be the most miserable place on God's Earth on a wet day in January. There were five of us in the Library of The Exiles Club that afternoon. The New Year of 1887 was but a few days old and I had I come to Town from my customary refuge in Cheltenham to meet with my broker and take care of one or two other small items of business. After thirty years...
"Almost there. Almost there," I panted. "Come on." Sweat dripped off of my body. My legs ached from the exertion. My chest burned as I desperately sucked in lungfuls of air. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Barbara my wife panted back. Beads of sweat stood on her skin and tiny rivulets ran down her slender neck. Her leg muscles rippled with exertion and her ample...
They were someone else's fingers weren't they? They weren't my own, were they? Surely my own touch couldn't be that stimulating, could it? Even half asleep in bed, having beautifully erotic dreams, I couldn't imagine that the light caresses on my breasts were by me? Was I dreaming or was it really happening? As my mind caught up with my body and both emerge...
This is a long story, almost 33,000 words. If you don't like long stories, please don't upset yourself by reading the following. The following is a work of fiction. Except for references to well-known historical figures and broad geographic areas (e.g., Pacific Ocean, Mexico) unnamed individuals and locations in this story are a total figment of my imaginat...