I awoke Monday in a strange bed. I also awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Eggs don't seem to have an odor, unless they have gone bad. I expected to see Moseby in the kitchen, possibly dressed as a glamorous June Cleaver but alas the kitchen was empty. Well empty of humans anyway, I found coffee in the carafe of the coffee maker. It was also still turne...
NOTE: All persons in this novel are Fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of sexual activity this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative, rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your Reading Pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me as...
The first of mother's friends to come and stay a few days in early summer was Inga. I was looking forward to see her as she had made her to become not only my first woman but also my first sex teacher. She had performed both tasks splendidly. When she arrived I looked her over thoroughly. She noticed it and moved around coquettishly with a big smile on her...
*** Kennedy *** Kennedy's hand brushed against Abigail's as they walked side by side down the wide corridor. Feeling guilty, she forced her thoughts back to the moment. Skylar had told them that a signal from the plane's transponder popped up on a receiver, but only for a moment. Surely that meant someone was still out there to rescue. She refused to think...
Note from the author: Hi everybody! It's been a while since I wrote in a contemporary setting. It was the announcement of World Gin Day - an event unknown to me until this year - that tickled my fancy. However, truth be told, I've also had to tackle some major writer's block. So... finally, here is my new tale, which I hope you will all enjoy! P.S.: The pac...
Hey everyone, As I said in my profile. I'll be posting all of my novels online because of these uncertain times. Afterall, a good book can take away a few hours of stress. So, I guess this is my contribution to helping you make it through the day. If you would like to support me the best thing you can do is STAY INSIDE. Seriously. Nothing would make me h...
I never had been all that good at anything except searching out distractions to the dull pain of my relentlessly and unpleasantly bland life. Which was nothing since distractions were plentiful and were essentially within arms reach. All it took was a flick of the switch and sound and image of the TV flamed on. Not much of a flame, though. Not like staring i...
By Philip Johnson Prologue Dolce Giardino. It means sweet garden in Italian, and that was the name of their estate, and an apt description. The year was nineteen twenty six, and Charles and Kathryn Philips lived on that estate, and in that new grand and sturdy looking brick home. Charles and Kathryn loved the somewhat isolated location. They really were...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Low tide: The period between the ebb tide and the succeeding rising tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy frequently under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him....
All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative, rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me as I pr...