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...
Someone knocked on glass door of the Spade & Archer office. From under his dark brown fedora, Sam Spade pried open one eye then placed the half bottle of Old Sweat Sock in his desk drawer while he shoved the cock he had been stroking back in his pants. Rising, he straightened his trench coat, drawing the belt tight around his waist and tied it in a knot. "Co...
Author's Note This story was inspired by an ad placed on a "No Strings Attached Sex"website. I contemplated dividing it into chapters, since it is quite long. I hope those who read it, enjoy it. I am indebted to BrownSugar82 and Juicy Starchild for their editing which has made my story more readable. * It was three thirty on Friday afternoon, and I was co...
A sharp frost was already forming in the sub-zero temperatures of the red-light district. From her position beneath the arches, Raven heard the sound of a police siren approaching. Although just as she was about to leave, the siren disappeared into the distance - it wasn't the patrol car she had requested. After twenty minutes, she took out her police radio,...
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...
This story takes place three weeks after "The Day Before The Day." "She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet. 'Let them eat cake, ' she says, just like Marie Antoinette. A built-in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy. At any time an invitation you can't decline." -Queen, "Killer Queen" The Sun shone through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of t...
Part III Chapter 21 ____________________________________ Walking up to the wreck, Callahan thought it looked like an old Soviet T-54 main battle tank, but now, after several years under the desert sun, the original dark green paint had given way to a lizard-like patchwork of rusty tans and grays, the main turret punctured in at least two places by, he ass...
Chapter 06: The Train Trip This was the last thing I needed on a Saturday night, or should I say Sunday morning, I usually go to Glasgow on a Thursday and come back Friday but this client could only view the house on the Sunday afternoon. I had been invited to a friends party tonight and really didn't want to miss it so I am now travelling on the milk train...
As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. Also for the speed in which they both turn around the chapters of this story. As I often play around with a story after they have read it, I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. I regret that the post...
Here they were, cuddled on the couch watching a scary movie on a Saturday night. What was it this time? Some old black and white flick about a vampire in a castle. Trent had started to lose track of the titles. Watching horror movies on Saturday nights had recently become one of their weekend rituals. They were both self-proclaimed movie buffs. Trent was mor...