Part 5 - The Red Mage As the door closed behind her, Kat felt a knot tie itself deep in her stomach. Thoughts raced through her mind as she heard someone approach, their breath skirting her nose and cheeks. Beneath the blindfold, Kat couldn't make out anything except for a vague blockage of light - dimming further as the person leaned in. 'I might be i...
Paybacks, Summer-Cuts, and a Dark Rich Odor Disclaimer: I apologize for using an outdated cultural stereotype as a means to compel one of my my characters to, um, well, you'll see. * Shelly and I have been best friends since junior high. We were on the girl's swim team together, (backstroke for her, butterfly for me) we tried out for cheerleader together,...
He was driving down the street and saw her. 5-5, nice, tight, figure; blue summer dress -- not too tight; brown hair. Looked to be forty-something, *very* attractive. At least to him. At 35, he'd long since learned the wisdom of choosing older partners. Much of his early sexual education had come at the hands, mouth, pussy, and ass of an older aunt. This lad...
*************** Jim - I was in a meeting with several old friends and one new one, in a hotel room in Paris. Yet another 5 star hotel and yet again Grayson and his entourage - and my wife - were in a palatial suite several floors above my own more modest room. My new friend was Jean-Marc Rousseau and I think he worked for DGSE. The French equivalent t...
*********** Rachel - Well, here it was Saturday again. Another weekend and I had absolutely nothing planned - business or social. All my girlfriends were either married and with husbands and even children, or single but still with boyfriends in committed relationships. I was separated from my husband and my own "boyfriend", Grayson Peterson III, well, tha...
It was 1976. Jimmy Carter was president. Rocky ruled at the box office. Disco was in its heyday. We all watched Happy Days, Charley's Angels, and (my favorite) One Day At A Time. Dream Weaver played on every radio and I can't even count the number of nights that I cried myself to sleep with Eric Carmen's All By Myself going through my head. It was also a ti...
The sun rose over the City of Montreal, Quebec. It found Adam Des-Bois sound asleep. The young brother yawned and stretched in his king-sized bed. The guy was honestly and sincerely dead tired. All six feet four inches and two hundred and sixty three pounds of him. In the eyes of the world, he was many things. Quarterback of the Concordia University men's va...
Chapter 1 "John look at the view!" Alice looked out over the ocean. From the veranda they could see the coast stretching to the north and south. Green carpeted the hills and field as far as the eye could see. They had picked Costa Rica to be a get away from their busy lives. Two weeks in relative isolation just the two of them and whatever the local area...
Your constructive comments, emails, and critiques are welcome and appreciated. ********************** The note taped to the bathroom mirror read: Johnny, I've got nothing more to say to you, I can't see things your way and you refuse to see things my way, so I've gone to stay with my sister in California. Please don't try to contact me; I don't want to s...
Admiring herself in a large bathroom mirror, Miley decided she didn't look too bad for a woman seven months in. Turning to view her body in profile, she smoothed her hand around the pregnant curve of her belly and smiled fondly thinking of the child within. Her eyes moved to her breasts, once tiny little handfuls that had grown to plush C-cups with swollen a...