Jonathan and Melinda where were on their fourth day of a three week vacation as they strolled along a sandy beach on a small Caribbean island. The ocean was calm and only small ripples ran along the shore with the movement of the tide as the sun was slowly sinking into the ocean. As they rounded a rocky outcrop Melinda noticed a small battered wooden box par...
They say the imagination is the most vital erogenous zone of them all... "You think our meeting at 'Les Café Des Poetès' was random?" he teases. "You think it was coincidence? It was not random. It was no coincidence. I know who you are. I've known who you are for some time. I've studied you. Your past. Your desires. Your tastes. Your life-style. I tracked...
Steve Feldman saw it in the "Inflight" magazine he usually thumbed through on his many business trips. A little clock radio that was actually a surveillance camera. Perfect! he thought. Perfect for catching the cleaning crew that paid a weekly visit to his home and whom he suspected of pilfering some of his valuables. He'd had an expensive watch stolen but c...
My name is Estelle. I am a divorcee of a few years, and I just celebrated my fifty-second birthday. I am not a beauty queen, and never was, though I do try to be well groomed and keep my weight under control. Most of the time I am employed as a paralegal, and this is what I usually tell people who ask my occupation. Only if pressed do I usually reveal that I...
Francesca wiped the smeared makeup from her face, poured herself another double brandy from the mini-bar, collapsed back onto the crisp white sheets of the hotel bed, still in her burgundy silk lingerie, and started to cry again. Just twenty-four hours ago she had had everything: a lovely home, a wonderful husband and the beginnings of a glittering career wi...
My phone lit up while I struggled to stay alert during a compliance meeting. Patience testing endeavors made necessary in a world run rampant with oppressive government oversight, digital fraud, and the potential of litigation due to just about anything. The call was from Dylan Langford, general counsel of a long-time client of mine, and someone I could exc...
Malcolm Nyland was looking forward to his farewell party; he was leaving a job that had not only been a drudge, but had been a constant source of angst and worry. Malcolm worked for MI6; not in any capacity that involved glamour, mystique, danger or intrigue. Malcolm was a database analyst, and although he had a top secret security clearance, his job was on...
I was fourteen when my mother died. Her last months were pretty hard on Dad and me, especially Dad, and it took him a couple years to get his feet back under himself. He did get his life back together, and I was happy for him when he could finally bring himself to start dating again. It wasn't long before he was regularly seeing a woman named Michelle, who h...
Hi all, Lisa here again. Haven't written in some time. I've been very busy with work and even "squeezing " in some play. If you've read my stories you know I'm a cross dresser in the Pacific northwest. I still work out of my home office and as a result of not having to go to work on a daily basis I can be in character for days or even weeks at a time. I'm be...
Dani nervously looked at his reflection in his trusty compact mirror. He was sitting in the passenger seat of Keyshawn's black Escalade, about to enter one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. His mascara made his naturally thick eyelashes flutter attractively, his eyeliner perfectly framed his blue eyes, and his Candy Apple lipstick was flawlessly appli...