Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City Frankie Mancuso was director of security for the establishment where Dr. Masterson had been found murdered in room 33-B. He knew better than to immediately notify the police. The maid who first discovered the body was sent off with an escort and a substantial amount of cash to visit her family in Mexico City. The first perso...
'Library's closing in five minutes,' Stuart called out, using his authoritarian tone for good effect. I cursed under my breath and glanced at the clock on the nearby wall as if it might refute Stuart's announcement, of course it only confirmed the truth. Fuck! Where had the time gone? I looked at the half constructed Christmas tree before me and realised th...
Being a houseguest was new to me, but the week seemed to be going well so far. Although our days were filled with meetings at the symposium, and the evenings were mostly occupied with preparation for the next day's presentations we found time the dinner preparation, consumption and cleanup to share backgrounds and to joke with each other. It seemed so natura...
My tongue moved slowly from my wife's pussy to her asshole, and her resulting reactions had us in divorce court within weeks. Not that our marriage was anything to write home about, because her parents and mine were not that pleased with our choices for a mate. Slowly I tried to re-enter the dating scene, allowing myself several hook-ups from friends, but...
{This is written in a fantasy land, free from diseases and prudance, and free from the other constraints that prevent such activities. So keep an open mind.} I have no idea what to wear. At all, and what does it matter much anyway? I wont know anyone who is there and I dont think they will see me. Texture is more important in this decision. I run my hands...
It's been so long but I am giving this a try again - lack of confidence and writers block be damned! Please do comment and vote, it's a great way to learn and I hope you enjoy it. Elle xx 0oo0o0o0o0o0o "Kidnapped?" Tori and Greg cried in unison. "Yes!" Mike cried indignantly. He sat up from his lounging spot on the leather sofa, annoyed to have been wok...
The midday sun is full and bright, giving a sparkle to every tiny drop of spray as our small boat lifts and dips with each slight swell of the ocean. I close my eyes to hear better the quiet lapping of the waves against the wooden prow. The spray casts a salty hint into the summer wind that I catch as I breathe in time to the swaying of our little boat. I...
He looked familiar. His long, trauma-whitened hair, melancholic look, and steely grey eyes reminded Otep of someone. His face turned into a look of disdain when he noticed the cute Anubis girl approaching her. "Who the hell are you?" He spoke in unconcealed hate. "Theo?" "Who the fuck is Theo?" The man had no humanity left, but a shell of hate visible to...
Little One sat patiently at the large desk in Daddy's study, practicing her most professional voice, waiting for someone to answer the phone. In a few seconds, she heard a delightfully smooth feminine southern accent. "Thank you for calling Diamond Gulf Property Management. This is Grace. How may I hepyoo?" Little One smiled before replying. The woman sou...
When I was younger to be called 'pussy-whipped' were fighting words. No self-respecting man would allow his woman to run roughshod over him even if it meant he never got laid. Now that I've been married, more years than I care to admit there are no better words to describe my lifestyle than the PW word. When we were first married I would go out with my frien...