Arnaud's secretary had arranged for two limousines to pick us up at the Charles de Gaulle airport to take us to the town of Rambouillet, which was about an hour southwest of Paris. To get to the Goncourt family's chateau, one entered through an imposing gold-tipped black-iron gate that opened electronically. Once through the gate, we drove down a long tree-l...
It was another lively day at our Mayfair offices. We were pitching for the roll out campaign for a new TV series based on the famous Russian detective-cum-spy Erast Fandorin (a bit of a Sherlock type character but more dashing – a shoe in ladies man if ever there was one!). My boss has a keen instinct for the theatrical and a deep appreciation of visual imag...
The moral right of the author has been asserted. © "neonlyte" * * * * * When I was younger, a teenager, I wandered these hills and valleys, emotion stirred, joy and trepidation. On the open moors a sense of freedom, everything before me. In the tight gorges and near overhanging cliffs, I trod with apprehension, fearful of rock fall, unnerved by dimming lig...
He stood in the shadows, watching three men playing poker at the only furnishing in the large, open chamber of the warehouse; an old, scuffed folding table. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the battle he would have to fight, not one of weapons, save for his ability to persuade. The men, Hunters like himself, were his friends, had been for nearly...
Yesterday. About 20 years from now in a future you probably won't remember as well as I do. The world has become more of a Gothic Punk world filled with people driven by their own greedy sexual agendas and less observant to the world around them. The midnight blue Lamborghini Diablo I am driving races eastward from an underground genetic research facility k...
“She what? I don’t believe it!” Jim shouted at the producer. “What are we going to do now?” The weekend had passed too slowly for him, but now he finally found himself where he had been craving to be… the set on the beach. All around him, women of all shapes and sizes strolled along the sand, their tanned skin turning gold in the sunlight. He had spent his e...
Allan a middle-aged psychologist counsels an intoxicatingly beautiful young woman. Under hypnosis, she describes an insatiable quest for sex and eventually she draws him into a world of eroticism and sex far beyond any fantasy. This story is something that I have been able to piece together from the fragments of memories that remained after the events and...
Part 1 The first time I spent an evening with Lily, it wasn't by choice. People didn't really choose to hang out with Lily. She was a stuck-up brat from an all-girls school who liked to talk, at a speed faster than human hearing could keep up with, about numerous posh friends of hers that no-one had ever met. Plus, listening to her sing was a painful experi...
The WWE has changed alot since this storyline began so there are indescrepancies between the story and real life. I apologise for this. This is a very storyline driven chapter so if you have not read others in the series I suggest you do so first. The stories in chronological order are as follows: Helping Torrie Wilson Helping Torrie Wilson Ch. 2 Helping T...
Discipline and Dilemmas (2) -------------------- Wednesday, 9 October -------------------- The headmaster couldn't sleep. He rolled over in bed and looked at the clock again. Still only ten past five in the morning. He'd been away from the school for way too long for his liking. He'd originally planned to be back on Monday but his mother had been taken i...