The female voice behind me was firm and business like with the lightest lilt of an English or perhaps Scottish accent. "Are you Walter Shields, the private investigator?" I turned to look at her. She was a good solid woman, perhaps 30 or so, maybe 10 years younger than me. She was a little thick in the waist and possibly an extra couple of inches in the a...
Sometimes I do wish I could just get rid of my day job and write. It would probably give me fewer grey hairs... I'm too young to be going grey. But I love my job, even if it is ridiculously time-consuming. So until I win the lottery, sign a multi-million dollar book deal, or somehow randomly find myself swimming in cash, we're all doomed to slow updates from...
Author's note: Here's the final chapter of "Slave Girl Emily." Acknowledgments are at the end. It's way too late to provide a summary of the story so far; rather, I'll just say that the end of Ch. 10 left Emily unable to choose among the three Masters who want to own her. Tags: Slave, Bondage, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Teasing, Punishment, Collaring, Str...
Hi Folks, this one is little bit different. This one was inspired by Chrissie Steele's song "King of Hearts." Those of you who checked my twitter page for the update kind of knew that and hopefully were able to listen to the song. I hope it put you in the mood so you can get a better feeling for the story. As with most of my stories, sex plays a very small p...
Consider this: A man gets into an accident and he wakes up in the hospital with a doctor looking down at him. The doctor informs him that his injuries are serious. That he is now paralyzed from the waist down. That he will never walk again. He gets angry. He wants to strike back but there is nothing he can do. He cries over his loss but gradually he accepts...
Wednesday came, and so did Mark Welch, to the club. He paced around looking at the objects hanging on the wall. He scoffed and muttered things under his breath. Finally he said he could do a deal, but he was a bit short of the necessary funds. I knew handing over the money would make me the buyer, and it wasn't a good idea, but I made him think I hadn't thou...
Life in the burning sands of metropolitan Dammam, Saudi Arabia, is complicated, especially for a queer Muslim woman. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is a forbidden place according to the Westerners I meet from time to time. I was born and raised there, so it’s essentially all I’ve ever known. Still, even with all the restrictions that are imposed upon Saudi Arab...
High school was over, and now Donna was gearing up to go to college, except there was one problem: Summer can be pretty boring when you're broke. That was the crisis facing Donna, as her parents refused to give out an allowance, and any job she could find at this time of year was either already taken by the hordes of other high school graduates, or paying...
Tom kept repeating, “You’ve got to have money,” as he Worked in the supermarket each afternoon after school. He repeated that phrase over and over as he struggled To forget Sally-Anne Matheson’s fantastic pussy. Sally-Anne was one of a half a dozen spunky young 19 and 20-year-olds who were wet dream material at his School. Just over a week ago he had spen...
All characters are over the age of 18. *** Finally walking off the plane from my first class seat on a Thursday evening. It feels good to be home. I'm back in town for my 10-year high school reunion. This time I'm going to be the one everyone's jealous of. I've got the perfect job, making more money than I know what to do with. Well... being an accountant...