This is a Western. A little gunplay. A little fast-budding romance. No sex. Unless you count the last few paragraphs. * He heard the horse long before it came near. Fine sand spritzed against the brush beside the track. Shod hooves thunked softly on the ground. He'd expected this. They'd come no less than once a day to peer down at him as if he were a lio...
Hauntingly beautiful, Sinead is a woman perpetually enveloped in a hazy mist of desire, her entire being reminding those who meet her of molten metal undulating with ethereal eroticism and enigmatic vitality. Her husband, once a common member of the French bourgeois preoccupied by numbers and the delicious ruffling of foreign cheques, worked for the French h...
10 - Epilogue: Simon Milton winced as he gingerly lowered himself onto the burgundy leather chesterfield. Whoever the bastard was who'd worked him over, he'd done a bloody good job of it. He'd get even with the fucker if it was the last thing he did. He lit a Davidoff cigar and took a long drag, then balanced it on the edge of a cut glass ashtray on the s...
Sioux Falls, South Dakota The night was calm, no wind blew. A chill hangs in the air, there is no doubt that winter was here. Ronnie throws down his cigarette and stomps it out before heading back in. "Damn it's cold out there," he says walking into the control office. Daniel is sitting looking at the various screens. With all the attacks on power plants t...
Russian Roulette: The Rise of The Iron Crowbar The order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this stor...
1. The Bait. The casino was busy tonight, but then it always was during the season. And the season in the Bahamas lasted pretty well all year. Anna Volkova had taken it on in part-payment of a business debt and ran it as a side-line. But like all of her enterprises, side-lines or not, it made a lot of money. The staff knew little about Anna, or Madam Volko...
"To be a Chechen Muslim woman is to fight when it feels like the entire world is against you," said Maaret Salamovich, and with that, the young woman walked out of the manager office with her head held high. No use crying over spilt milk, or so the western cliché went in such situations. As far as Maaret was concerned, Walter, the Tim Horton's manager could...
She stepped right up to me in my personal space, but had a shy smile. As she composed herself to speak, she offered me one of her white gloved hands, but instead of waiting for my hand she simply grasped my penis, as if in a handshake. "I am Katarina. Please call me Kate or Cat." Kate had a thick Russian accent, sounding very different from the robot. I co...
Natalia was always the dominant type, though she never really did anything about it. She was a nympho though; we fucked about six times a night, every night; and when I wasn’t working, we spent the day making love. I remember, when we fucked, she’d put her finger up my ass; at first I felt a bit embarrassed about it. "You like that don’t you?" She sa...
She always called him Jesse. She hated the way her Russian accent pronounced his Irish surname. She was never embarrassed by her culture before; she was literally a figure of Russian pride, the picture of her standing ready with her particle cannon distributed widely across the nation. But sometimes she wanted her voice to sound smooth and clean, unlike the...