I got word that I would need to go to Las Vegas on business the last week of April. It had been a year since my last trip. In and out in 48-hours. But it was the most amazing trip I had ever had there. I am an older male, 53-years young. I have my own businesses, developing real estate, primarily residential projects, but had dabbled in smaller commercial p...
It had been a long day when she saw the flashing lights behind her and heard the siren go off. Doesn't it just fucking figure, she thought. What could have made this shitty day any worse? A speeding ticket. Of course. She didn't think she'd been going all that fast. The meeting she'd been covering for the paper had gone late, though, and she was tired an...
1. Abby was greeted at the front door by a tall, tanned dudebro with shaggy hair and a clean-shaven face. His shirt was only half-buttoned, showing off a long flat, hairless torso. He wasn't wearing any shoes. "Hey there," he said. His long arms took up the entire doorway. "Um... hi," Abby said. "I'm looking for..." She froze, realizing that she didn't kn...
The Tour Continues In this room the sprung floor was covered with some blue plastic material. A circle perhaps ten feet across was marked in the centre. On one side stood a young female trainer, beautiful, with light brown hair and green eyes and a stunning body in a tight, black leather minidress. She carried a coiled whip. On the other knelt two more nake...
The bold rays of the afternoon sun broke from beneath the fine roman curtains, making Leila turn in the bed sheets. Blinded by the light, she rubbed her tired eyes open. Turning her face left, she spotted one of her favorite sights in the world. The immensely handsome profile of her love. Brian's straight strands of her fell on his closed lids loosely. He br...
Ignoring Elizabeth's horrified reaction Peter, Andrew and the guards dragging the prisoners made their way to one of the farm trucks where the guards unceremoniously dumped all the prisoners in the back oblivious of the screams of agony from Pretty Boy. With the prisoners secured in the truck Peter, Andrew and the Ghurkhas changed into rags under the sheari...
Three days. Three long, slow days. Callan sat in the meeting, hearing the council members conversing and advising and recommending, but struggling to listen to anything they actually said. It had been three days since he'd been to the village, since he'd recovered the precious jewels and the stones, the last remaining token of his father and the key to immen...
At twenty six, I had worked in the maintenance department of the office building for something like eight years. It was a go nowhere kind of job, but no one really bothered me, and I was more or less my own boss. The tenants of the building ranged from travel agents, to wholesalers, and even one attorney. None of which were very interesting people as far as...
"Hun, is everything alright in here?" Alex asked as he poked his head into the kitchen where his girlfriend, Scarlett, was washing dishes. "Uh yeah. I'm fine," she replied, not at all convincing as she began to pick up the pieces of a plate that had shattered as soon as it hit the ground. "Are you sure?" he asked, bending down next to her and grabbing a ho...
We're sitting at a table in a nondescript hotel room, on a nondescript night, and we're wearing nondescript clothes. Our nondescript client sighs, nondescriptly, and says: "I only pay for one whore," in a very descript way. I bite my lip. I'm somewhat offended, but I roll with it. "I'm not an escort," I say, looking at the bourbon in my glass instead of...