Maria was standing in the bedroom of her captor, looking into the full length mirror behind the portal to freedom. She was only clad in a pair of sexy pink thong panties and a silky chemise covering her arms, and she was looking for a way to escape -- from everything but her own feelings. The man who grabbed her off the street two days ago had connections:...
Wouldn't life be so much better if, once we realized we'd made a mistake, we could simply rewind and start again? That was the thought that crossed my mind - and not for the first time, I readily confess - when I stepped off that crowded bus into the path of all those baleful stares. In dilapidated parts of South London like this drab and ugly suburb, trann...
Tony burned the pasta sauce. Not a lot, but enough that one could smell the tomatoes were getting racked and pinioned. He put too much salt in the pizza sauce, I knew, I was having two slices of neopolitan with pepperoni. The Italian was clanging pots, and cursing, I think, as he poured the fried sausage and beef into a steel pot. Antonio was not a happy ca...
I sit in this damned flat with nobody but the kid for company. My parents won't see me, and none of my old friends call. I want to tell someone my story, so I'll tell it to you. It began when a couple of guys I know suggested we might have a lot of laughs if we had a threesome. I had never had a threesome, and thinking it might be fun, I agreed. One of the...
A French Independence Day The cheering crowd still haunts my dreams. All her life she held her head so high; after all, she was of royal birth. Now it had bowed, to the blood-crazed mass of onlookers who once cheered her arrival. The guillotine had taken my queen, but not my devotion. The Place de la Revolution was stained blue from the blood of the nobles....
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He took her by the arm and led her away as she looked at him in shock. They were soon back in the car. "We need to know what this Dashwood Society is, who belongs, anything we can find. Don't forget to talk to vice and set up meets with the first officers on the scene and the shift supervisor who was there." "I can do all that from home. Is there anywhere...
Everyone wears a mask in today's world, and nobody ever truly shows you their true face. It's an indisputable fact about human nature. Take our friend Mona Abdul for example. She's the Yemeni-born wife of imam Muhammad Hassan, a prominent cleric in the Muslim community of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-nine, chubby, busty and wide-hipped, with dark...
Jaimie was my college room-mate, during my sophomore year. He was a theater major, fairly thin but a little soft-bodied, and almost a foot shorter than me. He hadn't even started to shave every day yet so she really looked too young for college. We got along very well, but we traveled in different circles, as they say -- I was a business major (my name, by...
Last night Ken Shigenori had gone to bed secure with his lot in the world. He'd gone to the right school, worked hard, been admitted to the right university, worked hard, took a job at the right city firm, worked hard, and while he wasn't one of those 'Masters of the Universe' the papers liked to bang on about, after successfully closing out the DiMaggio dea...