I'm no Sam Spade, that's for sure. I don't run a detective agency, I don't smoke (anymore) with an elan that makes women swoon and men cower, and I don't hang with only gorgeous babes. On the other hand, I do enjoy detective fiction and movies, most of all those that scatter the crumbs of clues along the way, so that the reader or watcher can try to match wi...
I Lying in bed, reading the latest letter from Shahnawaz, Payal could not help but feel proud that her husband had found the business legs he so wanted in the joint project with Sam Chen's Malaysian company. In the past years the concern had increased revenues by more than 100% and his decision to focus on work looked like it was paying off. Shahnawaz's fre...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 11—Winds of Change In Irish families a certain custom looms over hearth and mantle of every home. It is more important in some families than others, and is an oft-broken tradition. It is, then, the existence more than the practice of the tradition that quickens the Irish heart. It was largely because of this reason that Jame...
Authors note: This story is about teasing, but it's also about relinquishing control and giving another person the responsibility for your own pleasure. It's about respecting another completely and absolute trust. It is NOT about control, or pain, or humiliation. I am not part of the BSDM community and I make no claims that this is how things happen within t...
Copyright: This story is a work of fiction. Please don't reproduce this text in whole or in parts without the explicit permission of the author. ----------------------------------- And then she was gone; I heard her climb down. I sat there, in a limbo, for a long time. My cock shriveled and sticky; hung on top of my balls. I knew that something very prof...
[ Please read Part 1 of this story as otherwise it would not make sense] * A blood-curdling shriek of agony and a yell of victory rang out through the room and for a moment Rudra was too stunned to react. Then he rushed through the door of the boudoir and what he saw made his blood run cold. Mastan and his mother Deepa, both still naked, were locked in a...
The Syral This is my story. You might find it hard to believe but every word is true. I am a service technician by trade. I am single, 32, and live in Richmond Va. I use to live a very ordinary life. But all this changed on my way to work one morning. While crossing the James River bridge I observed a young lady, standing on the edge ready to jump. I bolt...
We were in New York City, scheduled to be here two days for shopping. It was early around 5:30, I slipped off the bed and found the pair of pants that I wore last night. I found the shirt I had on and felt the room keycard in the front pocket. Sara contacted Paula and had several sets of clothes sent to the hotel by Fedex, so I wasn't using the same clothes...
****** *Author's Note* The sixth part. Remember, all comments, graciously accepted! Enjoy! ****** About an hour after Regina goes home, I call Butch and together, we sit on the front porch, and watch people go by. He's amazing in that he never leaves the yard, unless I tell him to. Less than a minute after I sit down, Butch's head comes up, I hear a noi...
The arena where Lord Winsom would face his squire, Fireheart, in a duel that had been fought thousands upon thousands of times since the beginning of the Feylands and the start of the Tellings was the most remarkable structure that Lucas had ever set foot in. The fact that he was here at all was almost distracting him from the fact that a friend of his was a...