The Eighty-eighth Key Part III Chapter 18 ____________________________________ In the days and weeks after the Bennett assassinations, the City of San Francisco was living along the edge of a very sharp knife. Tourists stopped coming to see the sights, hotels emptied and flights into and out of SFO flew with most their seats unsold. Criminal enterprises...
Part V Chapter 47 It is early autumn on the Izu peninsula, and summer's leaves are in a desperate, if futile, rush to soak up the last warming light of the year. Those usually first to let go and fall to the ground, the red-leafed maples, have turned a deep red, and some limbs have already been stripped bare by cold gales coming in off the nearby sea. Stil...
Part IV Chapter 22 ____________________________________ Walking along Hesperian Boulevard towards Oakland, the man held his thumb out, hoping to catch a ride into the city. He looked grubby, and to most who looked at him as they passed, more than a little dangerous, and so car after car roared by without so much as a tap on the brakes. After a half-mile o...
This a true story as told to me by a trio I met in Missouri. My gut tightened as I walked down the line of tents to Sergeant First Class McNundic's green hootch, For a long time I had felt nervous around him. I had no reason to, really – I was a 2nd Lieutenant in the US Army, and he was a noncommissioned officer in my platoon. I had no reason to be nervous...
I stared into the distance; off to my left, trying to spot the main group. When we first set off, I'd initially thought that we'd need to move at an accelerated pace to keep our one mile radius from the group as we moved into more advanced positions in relation to them, but the main group moved slowly and stopped often, forcing us to move at a crawl. On a...
Author's note: Special thanks to Ardon G. Fowl, Jack Gwen, Reversal, Swedish Millionaire, and VC whose contributions made this chapter possible. For those who were concerned about my recent illness, I'm doing much, much better now, and I really appreciate the kind words of concern. :) Enjoy the chapter, and as always, please don't hesitate to leave a commen...
Prisoner Of Lust A Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Side Story Camilo paced nervously in the kitchen as he looked at his phone. It would ring any minute and his nerves were standing on edge. He'd just closed his laptop after a brief chat with a woman on Fetlife. At least, he hoped it was a woman. One could never be certain a stranger's profile was real until y...
"Ohhh . . . Jesus . . . God!!" Ernestine's orgasm was going on so long I was beginning to worry. "Fuck . . . me . . . again!" It was a groan, a begging, sluttish moan. She lay on the floor, sperm smeared all over her, her pussy drooling a white stream from the last guy's load, her mouth creamy from its last visitor. She was beckoning to me. "Take me," she...
Dumpfe Schritte hallten durch das steinerne Gemäuer und verloren sich dann in dem von sakraler Dunkelheit geformten, weitläufigen Raum der Kirche. Dunkle Wolken hatten den Himmel verhangen und so erreichte kein Sonnenstrahl durch die kleinen Fenster des Gotteshauses. Nur wenige Kerzen schenkten drinnen ihr diffuses Licht, in dem sich eine junge Frau zum Beic...
Nicolas Brandon sahs im Flieger nach Amerkia und dachte darüber nach was als nächstes passieren würde. Er dachte aber auch darüber nach was bisher so alles passiert war. Er dachte über die Konsequenzen seiner Handlung nach. Er wusste natürlich so in etwa was denn passieren könnte, aber man kann ja nie wissen. Man kann die Situation einfach nicht einschätzen....