There is no sex in this chapter. After our conversation with Roger's mother, no one felt like finishing their food. Poor Betty, who argued along with Roger that my strategies were foolhardy, was very quiet as she cleared the food and discarded it. "The courtroom is open again," she said upon returning. We glumly stood and walked to the doors, our security...
Chapter 9 - Freedom Billie peeled the mostly clean prison issue uniform from his body. The bus ride from Blofield had taken twelve hours and Billie was happy to get a chance to wash up. The shower was warm and stayed warm for the entire time he was in the shower. Other than the guard that had been watching Billie the room was empty. Hanging over the showers...
© 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...
This next story takes place in a reality that does not - and should not, for that matter - exist. All participants are over the age of 18. It is ENF themed in an environment heavy on nudity and playful stupidity. I spit it out quick after a couple glasses of wine. Enjoy it for what it is. Though it was originally going to be a short piece of fluff, it quickl...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * Katrina slowly slid the blindfold off of him and stood back up, straight and tall, hands on hips and peered down at him. The Judge struggled to open his eyes but the light was too bright. He co...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * The rear cargo doors squeaked as they swung open. He felt the van bounce slightly as Marisa stepped up into the cargo bay. He listened carefully but heard nothing for several seconds. His hear...
"Where the hell did he come from?" I say aloud and to nobody but myself as I see the flashing blue light just behind my car. The road had been completely devoid of any cars this late at night and consequentially I had let my foot become way too heavy on the accelerator. As I pull over into the decel lane that is the entrance to an apartment complex, my mind...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** Several weeks had passed since Marcus' birthday at the Honey Pot lounge and the usual restless feelings were starting to build inside of me. I decided that I wan...
I've done some strange things in my day. You name it, I've done it. People got no idea how freaky I am. And I like it that way. This is the story of who I am, what I've done and how in Hell I managed to keep it all out of the public domain. My name is Jefferson Haworth Brown and I am a Congressman currently serving the State of Massachusetts. One of the few...
I never really knew the dynamics of the marriage between Jeannie and her husband. They had been married about 10 years when Jeannie and I had first met(fucked). Based upon the guy's op-ed pieces in the newspaper, he was a boring insufferable sanctimonious little shit. I witnessed his behavior towards Jeannie at a couple of parties and he treated her, despite...