Returning home after six years working in the UK and Europe, Lindsey Maris cooked dinner next evening for her parents (she's a professional chef) and then sat by the telephone thinking who to call. In the months before setting off overseas, she'd found Tony to be a stayer, Max was great at whispering sweet nothings as he pounded her, Trevor had been so neat...
Note: All persons in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. 38. Battleship Row Every time Angelina Mancuso took Annarosa out for a walk, in her coach, she had FBI agents, unabashedly, walking with her less than 20 feet behind her. There was not just one group of agents, but several that were with her...
Authors Note: This story has been written for an online friend who suggested/requested it. It was meant to be a one shot only but I left it open for more. As always thank you for reading my work and leaving me feedback. It's all appreciated. Enjoy! Drakon66 It was a long business trip and I was thankful it was almost over as the cab turned onto my street....
Warning: This contains incest, for those who aren't into that, I'm sorry this is not your story. Otherwise, please enjoy! A big thanks to sgt_dillon who helped me with some ideas for this chapter. * We have been on Donza's planet for almost three months now and everybody seemed to like it. She had plenty of room so we all stayed at Donza's house. We each...
It was a Monday in early February and it was England so of course it was raining. I sat at my desk in my office and watched rivers of cold water run down the clouded glass of the window as I ate my lunch without enthusiasm. In an attempt to maintain my new, slimmer figure for my lover the 'New Me' had dispensed with sandwiches and cafeteria food so instead...
I had been divorced for a while and have been getting used to the idea of being able to do what I want when I want. We were married when we were both 18, and by the time we were in our early twenties, my wife decided that I was not the guy for her anymore. Toward the end of our marriage, my feminine streak seemed to show itself more and more when I let my...
Kar'Toba was, of course, welcomed aboard the bridge in the same way that a visiting god or the physical reincarnation of the Emperor, or a prize agent might be welcomed aboard. With bows and doffed caps and murmured snatches of High Gothic that may have been complimentary but tended to be so half-recalled that the officers in question may have been telling h...
Edited by: Sixty-nine As we sat at one end of a long, brown, wooden pew of our newest church my wife had dragged me to my mind wandered to the organist's long legs. Peggy, my wife of twenty years, was the religious one of us two. I made no bones about the fact that I was not and reminded her of it often enough. I went with her to the churches she picked ou...
(For descriptive consistency I used glamour model Leanna Decker as the template for Meg). *** It was a time of peace in the valley. The meadows were green and farmer Jones had only one worry, his daughter Meg was getting on in age and he had to find her a husband. He was just a serf and wanted to make sure his daughter was well provided for. He hoped he wo...
Balmorhea Springs, Texas, May 25,1985, 3p.m. The grass pressed against Ernesto's back while he gazed up at a blue sky dotted with white pillows. Nearby, children played Marco Polo in the two acre spring-fed artesian pool, that rested on the edge of 46 acres dotted with cottonwood trees. Ernesto could almost reach and grab the foothills of the Davis Mountain...