Not nearly done yet, Susan steps out of the shadows to find her next victim. Having gotten away with murder, with her not even a suspect in her doctor's and/or in her boyfriend's murders, what she thought was the end to her psychotic spree of killing men was only the beginning. With the doctor deemed officially killed by driving his Ferrari too recklessly f...
Please be advised there is no sex in this story. I am most appreciative to Bubba in CA for his help with proofreading and story suggestions as this story looks nothing like the first proof six weeks ago. Bubba's suggestions have really enhanced and made my stories more readable. Strange how a story evolves. Also, my appreciation to FIFOFemale for help with e...
"Fuck me." Danny hissed as his wife, Lisa, straddled his hips and rode his cock. He watched as his young wife threw back her head and pinched her rock hard nipples. Her breasts were huge and he had paid a pretty penny for them. He grabbed her hips and thrust her harder and faster. He was a big man and loved how she could bounce on him with her whole weight....
"Heathyr." The haunting, melodic tones of the Countess' voice rang out through the cold, silent house. Even after months in her service, I still couldn't get over the way the exquisite marble floors and twelve-foot arched ceilings managed to create seemingly impossible acoustics. It was as if the entire house was built to obey her beck and call -- which prob...
Chapter 1. Meeting Nina With a proportion of 1 woman for almost every 100 men, the Engineering Physics Institute of Brick City was definitely the last place to find girls. So when Danny heard that today a new female student was coming to start her PhD, and that she had been assigned to their office, he got mildly excited. The expectations were low, anyway...
I. 29th September. Beswick House. Dearest Richard, I trust that my letter finds you in good grace and spirits; indeed, I hope that it finds you at all. I have been instructed to send it to Master George Hathaway, from whence it may be delivered to your last known location. As I do not reckon well on the chances of many such correspondences successfully c...
Adam Stephens was President of Stephens Christian Normal School. He had been a professor for five years, but became President only six months ago, following the death of his father. There were a total of 30 students enrolled to become teachers. More than two-thirds of the students were single women, and the balance were young unmarried men. The ages of the s...
Her shining blonde hair was wound in a fashionable coronet around her lovely head and her dazzling smile would catch you off guard and leave you wistful. Those eyes were as beautiful as an azure blue sky on a Summer's day. She walked down the corridors of the hospital her hips swaying left and right. Her body was a like a piece of art, erotically beautiful w...
Bostonfictionwriter's Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I've written 602 stories and 69 poems. I'm proud of everything I've written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I've improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem be...
She shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. But after a while, the deep breathing and heaviness next to her did not pounce. It just sat there, ominously. She was relieved to get some rest, and besides she was still terrified. But after a good ten minutes again her curiosity got the best of her. Rolling over she once more opened her eyes to see what fate a...