Who do we have available for an investigation?" Sternigan asks looking up from the book. "Davis and Markief are close to the Mediterranean," Furloft answers getting up from his chair, already knowing where the question was going. "Good. I want them and their team to search the area." "But we don't have coordinates, only a general location. Besides in this...
I. The Kalahari Plains were in truth no more than a vast, sun-scorched desert that lay between the ghoul haunted forest of Werewood to the west and the fertile river valleys of the Zanthar to the east. Here indeed was a place that Hathor, goddess spirit of nature, had long ago forsaken. Not a single living entity; bird, beast, or insect, made its home there...
Chapter Two: The Indian Reservation Station A car sliced through the heavy hot air, roaring across the desert highway. Blasting past a rickety and wind worn sign, that read; Indian Reservation Station, one mile ahead. The wind slapped at the sign, vibrating it at a loose screw. It then settled into stillness, after the vehicles passing wake, subsided. In...
Chapter 1 - ... Go to the Fundraiser It was always awkward coming to events like this. Yeah, I was a VP at Megadyne, but I didn't start with a silver spoon in my mouth like most of the people here. I started in the mailroom, twenty years ago, and slowly managed to climb my way up through a combination of hard work and lucky breaks. My colleagues, like most...
Sandra sped along route 39 at 115 mph. There were never any cops around here. There was never anybody around really just miles and miles of dirt and sand. Even if she did go off the road she could probably control it....probably. Sandra was a 5'8", busty, smart brunette with a fetish for life. She liked it and got as much of it as possible. Some said too muc...
"Well, M'lady, I believe we have some business to finish." He announced. With that, he moved towards me, as I stood in the middle of the living room of the suite, and gently began to unbutton the several remaining buttons on my dress. Slipping it off my shoulders, he let it drop casually to the floor. That left me naked except for my bra with nipple clamps h...
Vessala "I can do it myself, mother," Vessala pouted as her mother carefully adjusted the ceremonial headdress over Vessala's straight black hair. The white feathers and gold thread of the adornment contrasted sharply with her coal colored skin. "Everything needs to be perfect, dear," Mother responded. "Today is your big day." Vessala paused. "Mother......
Shanta was hustling and busting at the market that she hardly had time to sit down, let alone catch her breath. The canvas tent blocked out the brutal rays of the sun as customers came in droves to her stand. A naked man wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat stepped up to the table with several packets of blueberries in his hands. His long, flaccid penis touche...
In 1947, returning war veteran, Roy Shannon quits his job with the Chicago Tribune to write the great American novel. His premise: to help solve the Black Dahlia Murder. Enroute to Los Angeles, he encounters an Alien near Roswell, New Mexico. As a reward for helping him escape the US Military, the alien provides Roy with what he calls the story of a lifetime...
My name is Collette. I am a 28 year old house wife who is eight months pregnant with her first child. I am 5'-4" with straight mousy brown that reaches just below my shoulders. I have hazel eyes and a milky complexion. I am married to Bob, who is an executive with a large accounting firm in Nevada. Bob is rugged, athletic and handsome. He has short, well kep...