è una calda domenica mattina della prima settimana di maggio, una giornata che per molti versi diventerà bollente. Chuck sta svegliando la sua novella sposa Kelly con un gentile bacio sulle labbra. Chuck, 28 anni, è il classico impiegatucolo di banca, alto 1 metro e 75 non è esattamente un gigante, ma ha una corporatura niente male, molto magro ma ben defini...
Entro nella palestra con un po' di tensione. Il pubblico è tanto e non vede l'ora di assistere ad un incontro come quello in programma oggi...so solo che la mia avversaria sarà una donna famosa,ma non ancora chi. L'arbitro si avvicina e mi dice:"ti ricordo le regole..anzi,l'unica regola...il primo ad avere un orgasmo perde e diventa lo schiavo del vinci...
Mamma e papà pensavano che avrei chiesto un computer nuovo per il mio diciottesimo compleanno o almeno l'iPhone. Invece, quando ho chiesto di poter fare una vacanza da sola, la prima della mia vita, mi hanno guardata sorpresi. "Non ti piace più andare in vacanza con noi?" ha chiesto mamma, quasi in lacrime. "Mamma, ho diciotto anni, ho voglia...
Le pale del uh-60 blackhawk su cui ero a bordo fendevano l'aria provocando un leggero sibilo che mi entrava costantemente nelle orecchie, eravamo partiti dalla base Nato Diyarbakir un ora prima del nostro arrivo e per tutto il viaggio rimasi concentrata sull'importanza di quella operazione, cercando di cacciare via ogni mio pensiero e problema personale. L'a...
Harry woke with a start as his door chime rang. He lifted his eye mask and squinted into the dark. "Computer time." He whispered hoarsely, his voice still thick and groggy from sleep. "The time is 0231 Hours." Harry groaned and rolled back over. Something started tugging at his eye mask, Harry swatted at it, making contact. He wrapped his fingers around th...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...
Sorry that this chapter has taken so long but I got sidetracked writing something else. The final chapter follows this and is already written. It will be posted as soon as this submission has been accepted. Votes welcome. It tells me what you like (and don't!). ___________________________ Sunday morning dawned. Harry looked out of the window as Kate rolled...
Returning from the bathroom after shaving and noting his daughters had completely removed every trace of their mother from that room, Harry thoroughly read the morning newspaper of which he was now managing editor. He made a second cup of coffee and sat back and thought about that time he'd left the city all those years ago, virtually being tossed out by his...
Many of us go through life with at least one antagonist either out to get us or to make our lives less than comfortable. About a decade before the technology of social media changed our lives, one such antagonist entered the life of probation agent Harry Foreman while he was sitting in Judge Alexander Mitchell's outer chambers. As a probation agent, Harry...
Kate awoke before Harry on Monday morning. She turned carefully and gazed at her lover. Only his face and chest was visible. She watched as his skin made little twitches occasionally as he dreamed. She peeked carefully under the duvet to see his big fat, semi-erect, cock as it moved with Harry's breathing. Kate carefully eased out of bed and went into the s...