Harry says I'm the best fuck he's ever had, which always makes me laugh because I just do what comes naturally. He also says it's a good job he loves me else he'd have thrown me out years ago. Not that I'd go of course, because Harry looks after me just fine. He's bought us a nice little house; he makes sure we never go hungry; he's always buying me pretty c...
Author's note: Although events follow on from "Three in a Tent Made for Two" this is a stand-alone story. ***** Greg and Tim were sniggering like school kids at the open sash window. They were tearing off sheets from the notepad headed Hoppingmaid Holiday Flats, folding them over and over till they were tight packets and throwing them down obliquely into t...
I am Sheba, she thought. Born from sin, her mother had once told her. She had not been a good mother, or person, and very bitter, drunk, and high for all of Sheba's life. Sheba did not care now, for she had grown up and embraced the world for what it was. Wicked, and evil, and yet full of sinful pleasures that she had developed a taste for. Having been bor...
Damon tried to concentrate on the paperwork lying in front of him on the large mahogany desk. He had managed to turn his brother's ranch into a very profitable business. Having given up a very promising career in a high- profile petroleum company as an executive engineer to take over Johnny's ranch and fulfill his promise to his brother, this was the least...
Dot drove Diana home as Marg had requested, before 8:00 in the morning. Daisy and Lee greeted her at the door, embracing her fondly; as if she'd been gone for a month, not just two days. They undressed her in the front hall and embracing their sister, led her into the kitchen. Marg and Don were eating breakfast and Diana kissed them both warmly, receiving a...
Chapter 9: Unmasked It always rains on Halloween. The children outside wore coats over their costumes as their bedraggled parents trudged from house to house with them. I used to be so frustrated when I had to destroy the illusion of being a princess or a cat or a clown by covering it up with the cold, pungent vinyl of a raincoat. But this year, I had other...
Another night, another club. Smoke tendrils in the lights of amps and spots; pitch black, shadows moving on shadows. I wrinkle my nose a little at the scent of piss in the stairwell, push through past the bulk of a sneering bouncer in a dark suit. There's a bar at this end of the room; within thirty seconds I have a drink pressed into my hands, numbingly col...
A cold, grey milieu hung over the Parisian nightmare. From the tower of the cathedral of Notre Dame, an old phantom in a young body breathed murder. For ten years he had plotted his revenge on the city that had wronged him so maliciously. A single tear caressed his cheek as Dormier poured his poison into the Seine. ******* "Bonjour, Viscomte Dormier!" The...
"My ass is virgin," Eden had told me on our first date. A simple statement, quite out of place for an average date. A statement that might have meant "but you can fuck my cunt all you want, I'm a slut" or "I'm saving it for the right guy - is that you?" Or both? I certainly took it as a challenge, because I was ready to be somebody's Mr. Right, and I had...
The taxi pulled up in front of her sister's condominium and for a brief second, Jessica Bentley thought about turning around and returning home. The second was very brief. Jessica had made a stand and decided to move forward. She couldn't look back because she needed to look forward. She gave the driver the fare and was generous with the tip. For the next fe...