If you have read my first story you know that I enjoy exhibitionism. I honestly believe there is little distinction between a woman wearing a low cut blouse or tight jeans and the experience I describe here. Almost all of us enjoy being the object of desire and I am no exception. I just choose to be a little more direct about it on occasion. This story, like...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Life exists in both seconds and years. Don't ignore one for the other. I would like to thank the phone operator and Chief of the Burnham, Illinois Police Department for answering my questions, despite their bizarre nature. ***** (Monday Night) I should have known to not hav...
Marie met me at the door when I arrived home from work, brimming with enthusiasm. Don, she said, "our old friend Jim Brewster is coming to town on business, and we will get to visit with him and catch up on old times!" I did a double take at being greeted at the door with this unwelcome and irritating news. "Our old friend?" I thought to myself. We did not...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor The expression "Hobson's Choice" is named after the keeper of a livery stable in seventeenth century England who required customers to accept the next horse available. Hence "Hobson's choice" means no choice at all. * * * "Young man, do you have anything to say for yourself before the Court pronounces your sentence?" The judge, a...
The lights on Elm Street were amazingly bright. Larissa walked slowly, her brown eyes darting side to side as she kept her boy within her line of sight. His small boned frame encased in a black leather cat suit and knee high boots looked entirely feminine from the back; especially since she had told him long ago to let his blonde hair grow out into a mass of...
I stepped out from my luxury apartment in Morningside Heights, my primary residence, with a suitcase in tow. My chauffer arrived in a black limo about to take me to JFK airport. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Georgina M. Appleton and I'm an US ambassador with the United Nations. I enjoy what I do; I travel the world, address serious global issues,...
I'm not wearing panties under my elf costume. I have the rest of it, though. Boy, do I ever! Starting at the top, I have a little pointy green hat tipped with a jingle bell... fake elf ears... dangling crystal-snowflake earrings... my own shoulder-length blonde hair brushed smooth and shiny... a crystal snowflake necklace... a low-cut white puffy blouse...
She ran along the elm-covered path, her white Nike Shoxes pounding the soil-layered trail. The runner slowed as the trees lining the path dwindled, revealing clouds and blue early morning sky above her blonde head. Pausing at the sun's morning illuminations, she grasped her bewitched necklace, the locket inscribed with 'Laura.' "It's fine...everything is ok...
It was all so familiar. The sand grating at her back. The water washing over her body. Her pillow of impossibly tangled and sand speckled hair. And most importantly, obviously, irrevocably, him. His well sculpted body gleaming golden in the setting sun. His touch, trailing over the sensitive underside of her arms, around her wet, cold, hard nipples, down he...
Sequence 1 It was a bright and early day in the small town of Croydon. Railroads and industrial buildings have completely covered the area. There were a few trains that were not being used. Behind one of them were the Assassin's George Westhouse and the Twins, Jacob and Evie Frye. The three were coordinating the assassinations of Templars Rupert Ferris and...