The finale...enjoy. * Chapter Eleven - Business As Usual The businessman sat in his cheap London hotel room sipping a Johnny Walker. He twiddled what appeared to be a business card between his fingers. The small black high-gloss card had the silhouette of a stylised schoolgirl with her skirt flung high showing off her stockings embossed on it in silver. U...
Even now, sitting in the cold and uninviting interview/interrogation room with CIA agent Kristina Bellman and her diminutive Asian-Canadian counterpart, Canadian Security Intelligence Service agent Victor James Lee, I can't believe some of the things I've seen and done. The tall pretty blonde American woman in the smart business suit fixes her steely blue ey...
I saw her red hair first, a flash of color against the green and gray of the yard and driveway next door. From my bedroom window, I looked down. A green tank top tugged at a set of small, pert breasts. White shorts swished over long, slender legs and the tight curve of her rump. And that hair, that flaming splash of red in the morning sun... An ache sprea...
"Hey there," the voice behind her said and she turned. "I'm David, hope you're settling in okay here at Fairmont High." Katie turned and looked up to him, stunned. And confused. She had been here for four years. With him. "Oh...Katie?" "Yeah." "Oh, ha. Um...you look...," his eyes raked over her again, "different. Um." "Um," she replied as she watched th...
Most of the two-part Love Lies is written in the first person as narrated by Davey. The short section below is written in the third person to give the reader a little background on the character Kate. Kate is loosely based on my best friend's wife; a very good, small town girl; one of the nicest ladies I know who has kept a smile on my 'big-city' friend's fa...
This story is about three people learning to try new things and being comfortable around each other. There is some casual interaction between the male characters, but nothing too heavy. If you're an absolute homophobe, this may not be for you. +++++++++++++++++++ I'd only been away from home a few months for my first semester at college when my Mother's A...
Let me first explain that I'm an alright looking guy, I've gone on a few dates and I know my way around a pussy, I just don't prefer to get attached to people because, let's face it, high school doesn't last as long as we'd like and ideally, graduation is the last time you see your friends before departing to bigger and better things. Well, we had finally em...
This is a much more romantic story than my previous ones. I call it an erotic romance, because it's mainly a romance novel with some sex scenes. I've been working on it for a while and it is almost done. I'll be submitting it as I finish my editing. It's also a departure because I am trying something new with the two points of view. Life's Strange Turns....
THIS IS PART FOUR OF AN ONGOING STORY Nine days had passed since my friend Tara had introduced me to the world of prostate stimulation and the amazing things that a woman can do with strong vaginal walls. Since then I hadn’t seen my friend Erin at all – she said she was working on a project for school, but Tara had called me and told me that she had gotten...
Wayne Kyleen Stonehammer. Who could forget a euphonious name like that? More important, who could forget Kyleen? It's been over fifty years, and my memory of her and that summer we met remain as vivid as a morning sunrise on a cloudless day. It was the summer of 1966. Lyndon Johnson was president. We were mired in Vietnam. Gas was around thirty cents a ga...