Pt. VII: Cowgirls & Indians Brett and Caitlin chatted incessantly on the return flight to Cleveland where they left their cars. Mostly he wanted to talk about the case and she wanted to talk about Jack Davis. "Brett, please tell me more about Jack. I know some of the story. Forty-something. Navy Seal and then the C.I.A. One of the most respected P.I.'s in...
Hans-Olof was not a handsome man. He had always been overweight, had always had glasses. The overweight boy with glasses had matured into a fat man with thick glasses. He had always known that his weight was the first thing that people noticed about him and in most cases judged him by. Everyone felt free to give him advice on diet and exercise, but very seld...
For a myriad of reasons, the three women assembled against the back wall of the room couldn't quite fathom what they were seeing. It was obvious that the most primal of sexual acts was getting ready to take place, but for two of them at least, Renee and Sarah, they still felt as if they were stranded in a fog of disbelief. For Sarah it was even more disconc...
This continues the introduction of Cindy in GINNY TURNS PRO, Ch. 3. Just click on my name and go to the link to read that one. Many thanks for your votes and feedback. We welcome them. I’m proud of myself. I turned down a generous offer of sex from a beautiful young woman – girl, really – which could easily have upset my conventional, yet entertaining, life...
If this submission has a familiar ring to it, yes, an old classic was my inspiration--but with my own twists and interpretations. I originally wrote the story in 2004, my first foray into authorship, in third person, but have since changed it to first person. I just wanted to see if I could put together a coherent story with dialogue. It is an unadulterated...
Chapter 1: The Ragle Years Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Sarah I - The Ragle Years 12:37 A.M. July 1, 1989 Red Rock Mesa, Arizona Even the stars were passing judgement. Sarah lay in the chill darkness of the high desert, staring despondently at th...
Angie awoke in the morning in her bed. Her head hurt and she tried to scramble around and see the alarm clock. "Oh my God!" It was nine in the morning. She'd overslept and the girls had to be in school today. Jumping out of bed, she pulled on the thick robe provided for her and ran out of the room. Down the hall and around the corner and she reached the doo...
This story is rather long, and I spent all night writing it. If you're only looking for steamy sex scenes that are the main story, look elsewhere. There's a lot leading up to the sex here, but I think that sometimes makes for a good story. Comments are welcome. Rate if you liked it. The 1 in front of the title means there will be more to come. 1 London 2007...
Chapter 4 -- "Weapons of Mass Seduction" Even from hundreds of feet above the ocean -- the 200-foot yacht looked larger than life. As Carver's polished black helicopter circled the vessel -- Caroline could see the name "Cesarine" on the back ("aft" she would later learn to call it) -- the brilliant white ship sparkled like a pearl floating in turquoise sea...
"You did not say that!" Sykes said with a giggle as we walked arm in arm back to her apartment. "I didn't know what else to say!" I said back through my laughter. We walked on, laughing together. It was a chilly Friday night, so we walked close, savoring each others body heat. It had been another wonderful evening spent laughing and talking. I was sad know...