Mike was forty-three, and his life had just recently got somewhat complicated. He worked for the goods inwards department of a very large company and owned a very small one. The small company consisted of a one room rented office and appeared to sell engineering spare parts to the large one. Except, of course, that it didn't, because it was his little scam....
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Slash, Incest, Angst, Graphic Sex, First Time Rating: FRAO // Indicates thoughts { } indicates Bo's pov After what Sherry had told Bo, I wasn't going to take the chance of anybody else trying something similar. I had some ideas about what we could do about Sh...
Dear readers, This is the last chapter in the Lyssa/Joanna saga. It occurs after Ken has gone to his 'reward' and can no longer abuse his wicked witches, but they can't seem to let his memory fade away. This isn't actually my chapter of the story although I am writing it. As I've previously mentioned, it comes from the imagination of my partner, TT. She c...
We had the goods on Baxter and his evil apprentice. Their lives would be hell when their spouses received the information contained in our anonymous 'report'. "They should be used to that by now," reasoned Susan as we rested together in bed. "They have been on the other end of those situations many times. It will be good for them to walk a mile in someone...
I looked down onto the glossy black hairs covering the top of my secretary's head as she swallowed my meat. After six months of practice, Suzi was finally able to take most of me down her throat without gagging. Her head bobbed up and down in order to exhale and to refill her lungs with air before swallowing me whole once more. I felt her pace quicken as my...
My name is John Sebastian, lawyer and what I coin as a criminal interloper. I originally planned to be a corporate lawyer and I still am generally speaking, but only to the small businesses in the area. It is a niche that no one else really wants to handle because there isn't much notoriety or big money. I do have a rather large clientele of mom and pop shop...
Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond Jane looked around M's spacious office. M's huge desk dominated the office. She wondered why M needed such a big desk, when all that was on it was an ink blotter, a stand holding a gold pen, and a telephone. She wondered if a big desk, like a big gun, was a macho spy's way of compensating for certain, um...
Every thing has a reason, or so the saying goes. Reason and any form of logic failed me as my thoughts were consumed of the life changing events of the past week. My actions and more so, those of my wife could never be condoned by any normal line of thought. Mine were fueled by pain, betrayal, and probably most of all humiliation. Kelley's, I reasoned, could...
The Case of the Late Night Constable: Trafficker It is late at night. The male constable pulled up next to a sidewalk a woman was walking down. She looked fascinating. She wore a tight short dress, and a skimpy top. He could see the outline of her panties. The constable talks to woman innocuously, and she reasons he is not revealing why he is patrolling...
The bitterest pills come sugarcoated. Philip was quite delighted when a Birmingham businessman named Stephen Rotkoff booked an appointment in early 1955. It seemed that he was being heard of outside the East Midlands triangle, and that the reports were good. Mr. Rotkoff was a large, powerful man in his thirties with a high colour, sparse sandy-coloured hai...