Chapter 47 – Investigative reporting Things started to get strange around the town and house a couple of months later, and it was Willow's fault in a way. Willow was the noon and evening news anchor for WWLX-TV. Between 12:30 and 5:00 p.m. she more or less had time on her hands, and during that down time she started to shift from perfecting her delivery (a...
The Indian Ocean, 27°25'26.14" S 71°27'17.34" E ETA in four minutes, ma'am!" Captain Dimmek shouts over the roar of the engine. Sam nods her head in acknowledgement. She is a little nervous at having to parachute out of the plane and potentially into the ocean. She was given the basics on how to parachute, given there wasn't much time to learn much more th...
My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past month I been fuckin the gal of my dreams. I waited twenty years for that pussy but it was worth the wait. She's been spreadin those lovely legs for me almost every night. She can't get enough and neither can I! And there's over two months left on this cruise. I been working on cruise ships in t...
Mistress Roberts' Dungeon was the finest in Hollywood. From her double-throne she surveyed the orgy, her hand resting on the flaccid lightsaber of a striking black actor. She was very much the Queen, in her forties and still an extremely pretty woman. She wore red leather, her breasts thrust up in an uncomfortable corset, boots to her thighs. With one hand s...
The heavy silence in the old room was finally broken by a tiny 'clink' sound as a crystal clear ice cube shifted in a short, heavy glass. Massive velvet curtains blocked all outside light to the room. A huge mahogany desk lived in an oasis of soft yellow light that emanated from dark green lamps. The world beyond was darkness and the pale, overweight man sit...
I slept in til noon having stayed up late watching a movie on TCM. As I splashed some cold water on my face I thought about my appointment with James later in the afternoon. I looked forward to the chance to meet a fast rising politician and rub elbows with the political elite from the area. I decided the best way to catch their attention was to wear somet...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
"No," he shouted angrily into the mouthpiece, "you'll have it Friday when I'm done," and slammed the red phone back onto its plastic cradle. He snorted contemptuously, then raised his eyes towards the insistent rapping on his office door. "Yes," he shouted. The door was opened by a young man of medium build, well dressed and distinctly scrubbed. He was twe...
"Well, the debate seems to be over." Creighton Zell said with some satisfaction. "I think Senator Antonovich fielded that question on space policy well, right Ms. Sharp?" Scarlett looked with faint distaste at Creighton Zell, an obese sycophant whose bald pate was sweating under the television klieg lights. It always seemed as if Presidential candidates...
NOTE: Well, it's certainly been a while. I apologize for the enormous gap in stories, but hopefully I haven't lost my touch yet. As always, if you have any feedback, comments, or requests/suggestions, please let me know in the comments below. Enjoy! -- The sun hung low in the sky as Peter rapped his knuckles against the large wooden door. It was a warm sum...