*These stories are based on real people, who have been renamed for privacy reasons. The situations, however, are mostly fictional, written for your enjoyment. So, please enjoy. And please, leave feedback. Tell me what you'd like to see, what I'm doing wrong, and what you saw already and really liked. Feedback is the only way for me to progress as a writer, a...
Copyright 2006 Alexandra Lee * At nine o'clock the next morning a knock sounded at their door heralding the arrival of one of Chief Inspector Gupti's officers. They were driven in polite silence to Delhi police headquarters and met by the senior police officer himself who was beaming as though they were long lost friends. 'Welcome, welcome Mister and Mrs...
Ringggggg! Jenny Marshall opened her eyes. Her hand was placed on her crotch, her panties wet. "Damn, it's morning already." She had just awoken from something rather erotic. Jenny kicked the blankets out of the bed and let out a yawn. Her room is in quite a mess and she didn't really bother. Workload had been heavy for the past one month and she had to...
Chapter One: Prelude I had no more doubts. They were on to us. It had taken a while, but the CIA had finally tracked us down. Pernicious bastards! You’d think that selling weapon systems was a felony offence on par with cocaine smuggling, the way they hounded us throughout Asia. We'd be forced to flee again, relinquishing control of this branch of Phobos to...
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Chapter 3: American Shamanism Carlos held a large coffee table book on Teotihuacán in his arm as he rang the apartment doorbell of his new friend and co-worker Paul. Teotihuacán, the Mexican archeological site that was home to the great pyramid of the sun and slightly smaller pyramid of the moon, was the forem...
There was a sudden awkwardness between the three of us. The air felt thick with it. It wasn't unusual for Mark to be at a loss for words, or Joe either for that matter, but there was a good 5 minutes of stark silence. Joe in his baggy sweats was seated on the sofa. Mark, buck naked, was sitting sort of Indian style on the floor and I with just a T shirt on h...
My plane touched down in Houston just after sunset. I was tired from the travel and all of the work I had done in Jamaica, but just needed to make it through the next few days before I got some much deserved time off. When I exited the terminal, my driver was the only one waiting outside. He was a foreigner, possibly Indian, who didn't say more than three w...
Chapter 4 Grand Exposition in Kat's Grand Home "What the fuck are you?" Trixie shouted, trembling. After a fucked up day in which Stasi agents had closed in on the Courage Players essentially destroying them, and one had grabbed her from her S and M studio and injected her with a powerful sedative and she awoke in the middle of the Black Forest in an army...
I travel a lot. Mostly through my work, occasionally for pleasure, and totalling maybe 100,000 miles a year. Flying, of course, and I have my favourite airlines. Air travel is generally boring once you've got over the excitement of being 6 miles up in the air and watching the in-flight movies. Generally, I find it boring now. But on one particular flight, t...
"You got mail.... " Shay smiled as she clicked to her mail and there it was, another reminder about Kenny's Birthday. December 6th. She thought it was so funny how he had been leaving little reminders for over a week now. It was now December 5th and she was about to put her plan in motion. She knew he expected dinner, dancing, at least a dozen gifts and lo...