Amateur weekend race-car co-driver for hire, Aldo Proudfoot, was driving his Porsche 911 bi-turbo Cabriolet at full-throttle at 3 am in his country's only Super Highway Grade 1. That first stretch of grade 1 super highway had no maximum speed restrictions, although there was a slow speed restriction of 75 mph minimum. Vehicles travelling at slower than 75...
Chapter Two: Dawn Surprises I woke the following morning with the granddaddy of all hangovers. It didn't take me long to realise that I had been woken by the sound of a woman singing somewhere in the cottage. No amount of hiding under the duvet would dull the sound. Then quite suddenly she burst into my bedroom carrying a breakfast tray, which she placed...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Thomas P. Keyton couldn't believe his good fortune. The blond creature looked up at him from her passive position, holding the base of his cock in her left hand, her right hand clutching his ass. Her eyes wide, watching his reaction to the wonderful feeling she was giving his member. He was making little grunting noises, his jaw slack, his control lost, his...
Bex Blake. Roz and I came out of our classroom at school, it was a cold day and we wanted to get home for a nice cup of hot chocolate. Since Tilda and Tommy were born, Milla and Mama were not working, so we could go straight home instead of going to Blake's Wharf. We looked for Maja. The little ones usually got out of class a little while before us, and sh...
There is very little graphic sex in this story. * CHAPTER ONE I have often heard people say that what goes around comes around; many will sagely refer to the 'circles of time'. If you are to believe those two maxims, then the other old advisory 'you should never go back' is contradictory. You have no choice about going back because the circles of time and...
The headquarters of Lidelle Shipping Co. had the unfortunate coincidence of being located across the street from the Metropolitan Police Department. During the day Ardon could look outside his window and see any number of officers trailing in and out of the station's large glass plated double doors, sometimes with a drunkard or thief in tow. He sometimes eve...
Night shifts are usually pretty quiet when I'm working by myself. Which is pretty often actually, I rarely get to work with another gaming inspector, so my nights are usually always quiet. That's not uncommon in a small tribal casino in eastern Kansas though. My name is Carmen Wakane, a 5'9" Native American girl in my mid-twenties, with long dark hair halfw...
Amrita took us to a staircase that was all but hidden from the dance-floor. The wall bore the legend "VIP area" and there was a big husky guy guarding the stairs lending credibility to the words. Following Amrita up on this circular staircase we came to a big enclosure that was very comfortably furnished with leather couches along 3 walls and a table in th...
As Inspector Steve Hardman walked up the brick path to the giant house, he thought about the case that he was hoping to solve with this visit. Leon Wainwright, a real estate mogul and amateur photographer with more than a few mob ties, had been found dead a couple days ago, and so far there were a lot more questions than answers. There were rumors that Leon...