I turned over and my left hand fell over a smooth, well-rounded part of a body which I judged to be a female buttock – bare, warm and soft to touch. I started rubbing it lightly and my fingers slipped lower in the crack, coming in contact with soft, smooth, shaved pussy lips. The gentle rubbing elicited a moan, then another. I continued to play with the soft...
Thanks for your votes and comments. This is a non-erotic science-fiction story, the latest in the series of stand-alone short stories featuring Hana Jeffries. It's the story I promised at the end of Every Man's Fantasy, chapter 27. There are some tie-ins to the Every Man's Fantasy series, where the story fits in between chapters 27 and 28. I hope you enjo...
Chapter 4 The Phone Call It was a Friday evening; we had been waiting and waiting for the forensics, again they were promised for Monday morning. We had been over and over the story and I had rehearsed Anne and Bill till they had their stories word perfect. Jane had reluctantly told me her side of the tale which tallied with Anne's. We were all frustrated...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). ENJ...
Captain Mariska Holmes tugged at the collar of her dress uniform, pulling the itchy fabric away from her neck for a moment. "Damn thing. It would be so much easier if HQ would just let us wear our ship suits everywhere." "Agreed." Yralla, Mariska's First Officer, was possibly even more uncomfortable than her captain. Vollarians prefered to go naked, to such...
Chapter 2: The Arrest Officer Trnava Stashak had gotten ready for her morning patrol before it was even seven o'clock. Her partner who had a wife and two young kids never came in so early; no she wouldn't be seeing Officer Detynik Andreis for another thirty minutes. He always walked his five-year-old boy to school every morning before making his way to the...
From out of the frozen Canadian north rides Dudley Do-right of the Mounted Police, defender of truth, justice and the Canadian way. The heroic Constable Do-right and his fellow Mounties stand as a bulwark between law-abiding citizens and the felonious few who would do wrong in the wild and wooly frontier at the closing days of the 19th century. Let's join Du...
Helen Fernley had kissed her husband as he left for work then she had dressed herself, sorted out the two girls and done the school run. At 26 years of age she had the perfect life as a regular churchgoer, wife and mother whose husband's earnings meant that she had no need to work. But something was missing. Helen felt that she needed some excitement, some...
As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I'll also add that we don't always see eye to eye with each other, and often play around with a story after they have read it. Consequently I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. * I had a...
51 Buckingham Gate, Westminster, London Colin Westbridge entered his apartment after the grueling 90-minute commute back to the city. The clock chimed 4pm as he tossed his money clip and keys onto the foyer table. "Darling, I'm home!" There was no answer, and he frowned as he wondered where his wife could have gone. He didn't have to wait long for an ans...