Fleet Admiral Lynette Devereux walked along the bustling corridor, her security detachment clearing a path so that she could proceed uninterrupted. Despite the early hour, this area of Olympus shipyard was teeming with personnel, with many thousands of navy crewmen recalled from leave and ready to muster out to their ships. The officers amongst the men and w...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * In the western desert, near the north coast of Africa, lies the city of Marrakesh. Two hundred years ago, the peace-loving people of this region were conquered by a radical sect that believed in a single, all-powerful god. This inscrutable deity forbade all forms of sexual pleasure. Sinners were regularly denounced...
The Olympus day was dawning, soon it would warm up. I went over to Ben's diner to get something to eat. I had just finished my meal when Talla turned up with a folder in her hand. She sat down, ordered a beer and handed me the papers. "We are agreed," she said, "the ship is suitable for what we need. Pedro is unhappy with the communications equipment. He ha...
"I think I have an admirer," my wife said one day. "Oh? Do tell." She told. The man was a divorced, highly successful business man who served on the museum board of trustees, as did my wife Jill. I had met him once or twice, very casually, and it took some concentration to remember exactly what he looked like. Nothing impressive came to mind. And that made...
The trio entered into a small room which had another door facing them. This other door was opened and they could see the immensity of the other room through this door. The minute they entered the small room, the door behind them slid shut noiselessly. There was nothing else to do now except to walk toward the opened door. It was clear to Vincent that they...
Inhaling deeply, Ameelia felt the giddy, woozy wave she had come to know and adore so much wash throughout her whole body, making everything warm, her head fuzzy and numb, and her pussy tingle and quiver. She had been cultivating it -- slowly, gently, keeping it well watered and fertilised and constantly attended to by her soft, nurturing hand -- for months...
Your soft hair cascades fragrance that surpasses the most intelligent flowers, sometimes-wild naturals other times hybrids designed by human intelligence; unleashing taster-glimpses of the ideas within. Your forehead is a flowerbed of insight, sometimes wrinkled with furrows and deep thoughts. Your eyes are naughty olives wrapped in delicate petal eyelids. Y...
Twenty minutes later Margaret fumed as she saw her brother casually wander down the steps of his townhouse. Looking like a beach bum as always, she could only shake her head. Whatever was she going to do with him. She loved her brother, and it was obvious that he was smart and successful, but to her his life seemed completely out of control. The quintessenti...
CHAPTER NINE I attended the first auction. It was interesting looking around the room; I recognised some of the bidders and acknowledged them with a nod. I also recognised new faces. It was quite easy to tell who was new in the business. They had that eager look, constantly consulting the list of properties and when the bidding started flourishing their bid...
Many thanks to Lady Christabel for her editorial help Romantics argue that the modern custom of marriage arose from the emotion of love; and that throughout the millions of years of our evolution, humans have always gravitated to exclusive pair bonding. Realists, on the other hand, argue that while love is nice, for millions of years marriage has always bee...