Detective Dash knocked on the front door of the small two-story house. It was early evening and he could see the lights on inside. He had been here many times before on far happier occasions. It was bad enough when he had to deliver news like this to a stranger, but to deliver it to his best friend's wife... Kate Langley opened the door. She had only gotten...
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"Order, Order, Order," the Judge yelled in the crowded courtroom. Within several seconds a faint resemblance of order began to reappear. The courtroom was full: twelve jurors, a half-a-dozen witness's, reporters, ordinary people, and a few of the Cupi, who could only be best described as Cupid's cousins. Amazingly Cupid was still sitting silently at his assi...
It was a warm afternoon that was sliding into a temperate night. The fresh smells of spring washed over St. Agatha's and deeply saturated ever surface. Long shadows had started to spread across the landscape. A gentle breeze tickled at every bit of Aphex's exposed skin. The sound of two female co-eds making out in their hidden spot where a tree covered a bui...
Gemma was tired of being taken for a younger girl. Now twenty-two, she only looked about fifteen. Her diminutive figure and small, pale features all added to the image. So she was not pursued by many men, which was annoying for her because she was really very sexy and keen on the opposite sex. In fact, her main preoccupation when not working – and sometimes...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. * As the howling died, I kept a w...
All characters in this story are fictional and any that engage in sexual activity are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy reading it! This is a continuation of Twins across the road. In part one, the twins and John get more involved than simply neighbors, and decided to take a trip to an island bed and breakfast. They had a great time on the first night,...
As she stood alone before the gates of the Temple, surveying that which she was about to enter, Talla brushed loose strands of dirty hair out of her eyes and took a deep breath to steady her quivering nerves. The walls of the Temple were light brown and stretched hundreds of metres to each side of her. Atop them, some ten metres over her head, were statues....
When I walked into the bar on Friday, I spotted Jack almost immediately and went over to hug him in that awkward way that men do. "Damn, Jack," I exclaimed, "It's been ten years and I still recognized you immediately -- you haven't changed a bit." "Neither have you," he replied. "I heard you got married. It looks like married life agrees with you." We fou...
V "Who the fuck are you?" were the words by which the two girls were woken just a few hours later. They raised up their weary heads from the hard straw pillows which had come to seem so incredibly comfortable, and blearily focused on the towering figure of a woman dressed only in leather boots and leather shoulder-pads. This in itself made the woman a formi...