"Damn Westlaw, anyway," she muttered under her breath, cursing the legal publisher, realizing she would have to walk all the way back to the law library for the right case book. For an hour she had sat on a park bench as the sky grew dark, hoping to find the case whose number she had jotted on a napkin at lunch. She should never have accepted that second dr...
For her inspiration, thank you to gimmie_your_load, a self-described fellatrix and author on Literotica. For her invaluable editing and suggestions, much appreciation is given to Simone Lisbon, an accomplished writer here on Literotica. * It is the Atlanta Men's club; the year, 1937. Four elderly gentlemen are whiling away the evening hours, seated in ov...
Disclaimer: The character created within are mine, and only mine. Unless they decide to jump from the page and sue me or something. So yeah. There it is, My disclaimer Insight&Warning: Insight and warning huh? Well this is about how Alcohol, drugs and a little imagination can make for a memorable Halloween when Necrophilia is a factor. Two girls, deciding o...
To: Director, Organized Crime Section Fm: Leader, Evaluation Team Three Subj: Falconi Family (Current Status) Attached is the official transcription of the Log Book found at the site of the crash of Angelo Falconi's Gulfstream, along with the bodies of three of his lieutenants. Our interpretation is that the body found in the exploded cockpit was Falconi, i...
Time in a Bottle (a companion piece to Memories II) Disclaimer: JAG is the property of Donald Belisario, CBS, and Paramount. All other characters are mine and fictional. * * * * * If I could save time in a bottle, The first thing that I'd like to do, Is to save every day Till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you. * 1200 HOURS - Friday Admiral...
Veronique Dubois hung on every word of Lucas Harvey's stories. The 25-year reporter was still finding it hard to believe she had snagged such a coup, landing an exclusive interview with the successful author 5 minutes of meeting him during his latest book tour. Veronique believed that there were two things that had tipped the scales in her factor. One might...
She stood naked near the window, silhouetted against the dim light that came through the lace curtains. He could see that she was still naked, a cigarette in her hand. She took a puff before putting it in an ashtray on the small table in front of her. "I'm happy that you're writing again," she said. She noticed the filled legal pads and closed laptop on his...
Suzanne was exhausted. Twenty hours ago she had taken off from the Dublin Airport and had chased the sun west. She had lost track of what day it was now, let alone the time. All she knew is that she was worn out and damned glad to have left the February gloom of Ireland behind her. The jet stream had been less than favorable and as a result her flight acros...
Rose is the only woman I'll ever need. Her name was chosen after she was born, she was going to be named Susan until her mom saw the hair on her head. Strawberry blond? It was all that and more. If you looked it up in the dictionary they would have her picture. Rose's father died in a traffic accident 2 months before she was born. She got her hair from him....
The western frontier in the 1870's was not a welcoming place unless you enjoyed cactus, dust storms and long rides between stage coach stations. I was a sometimes journalist and sometimes dime novelist and I had come to the Arizona territory as a correspondent for the San Francisco Examiner to cover the search for the legendary Geronimo and his band of Chir...