The security guard stared down the barrel of the semi-automatic, his last thought being that it was just embarrassing to be killed with your own gun. He closed his eyes in preparation of his final moment, picturing the face of the seven-year-old girl who would never again run to the door to welcome home her father, and behind her the woman who had given him...
Being the King's Headsman is the only employment that I have known since I was 18 summers old. I had been with a group of people from our village returning from a market fair in the next town over when we were accosted by a band of highwaymen. The robbers were too busy pawing the women and intimidating the others to pay much attention to the skinny lad who...
Jasmin Lacey sat behind her desk, a very wide smile pasted across her pretty face. To anyone within her office at that time, it would have been obvious why she looked so happy: kneeling between her open legs was her husband and sometimes secretary, Ben. Ben's head was buried between her thighs and he lapped contentedly at her wet pussy while Jasmin built ste...
"If there's one thing I long for just now, its the way you take me into yr arms and hold me close to you. There is no hurry to break the hold after touching my cheeks with yours. I always wish it could last longer!" Kabi said into her phone. "I am on my way from town. I can drop at Junction. Are you nearly closing?" "No, I usually close about an hour from...
{Chapter I, Comeback to Sorrento} Nimrod, Powerful English Djinn and uncle to the Similarly empowered, but quite Dissimilar twins John and Philippa Gaunt, had absolutely no idea why he should have felt compelled to invite his young niece and nephew on his annual holiday to the Southern Italian town of Sorrento an his favourite grand hotel in southern Italy,...
(This is the eight story in this series. I have tried to put enough information into it so that if you have never read any of the others you can still enjoy this one by itself.) The woman circled slowly around her intended prey. She carefully kept her weight balanced, sliding one foot after the other. She narrowed her circle, closing in on the man before he...
I was always under the impression that only boys had to deal with being kicked in the crotch. "Boys have a weakness between their legs, if you have a problem with them, just give them a hard punch." Is what I was always told. There was never any mention on women though, and everyone always mentioned balls, so it's understandable that I thought I was imperv...
I could feel her staring at me. She sat at the end of my driveway watching me untangle the jumbled mess of my fishing poles as I stood in my garage. She was cute as a button. Blonde hair in pigtails, sitting on her barbie doll bike with the training wheels keeping her upright. Her name is Elsie and I think she is four years old. But it was the first week of...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2006 Warlord * I looked carefully into the drawer before reaching, in but there was no obvious snare. The drawer was completely lined in deep pile to prevent "hollow sounds" from rev...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...