She looked around the small establishment. The walls were littered with random posters, metal signs; a Budweiser clock here, an inflatable Corona bottle there. The building itself had nearly been condemned only a year prior, and she had followed the local media's coverage of the "revitalization"- as they had termed it, rather triumphantly- of this wasteland....
Sam Martin sat back in his office in Kentucky, thinking over the news he'd just gotten. The Commander had fallen... not to a bullet, or a bomb; not to any sort of enemy action. To simple old age. An enemy nobody could fight for too long. 'Well' he thought, as he hoisted his small glass of grape juice towards the west, towards the resting place of the man he'...
Chapter 1: Masked Ball (The following story is a work of fiction and any reference to any individual, living or dead, is coincidental. This work also contains material of a sexually explicit nature and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen or where such literature is forbidden under law. Criticism is solicited and appreciated, but only if y...
She stared from her window into the darkness, every detail of him seared indelibly into her brain; the slim tautness of his body as he strained to remove her car from its boggy captivity, the small smear of mud on his cheek as he wiped away his shoulder length hair from his eyes. She remembered his powerful shoulders has he pushed her car back onto the road,...
Darbe led the grinning assassin down a winding labyrinth of corridors, access shafts and more corridors. He finally stopped at a non-descript doorway with the same faint outline as the bridge's door. He looked over his shoulder at Diego who returned the gaze with one of cherubic innocence. "What?" said Diego, struggling to keep the impish grin from returni...
The day seemed to be devoted completely to the night, to the preparations for what would be. I spent the morning being pampered in a spa -- having everything primped and massaged. There was not a spot of excess hair, all skin left smooth and glowing. Fiery tresses seemed to glisten in the spa's soothing lights. I knew everything must be perfect, even though...
Headlights scattered on puddles from the recent rain. Two women shrieked and giggled as they moved away from the streets. A slick black sports car sped past, splashing the sidewalk while the passenger yelled out an incoherent catcall. Its red tail lights scattered through the drops of water. The night air smelled of hot concrete, steam, food and the eclectic...
This starts with me and my wife laying on our bed after a good hour of the most satisfying sex. My wife Jane and I are both in our thirties, she is about five three with an excellent figure, about 38s, long dark brown hair and green blue eyes. Well we started to talk about various things and the subject of my upcoming birthday came up. She asked what I may w...
Linneve and Preston came out with a bottle of vodka as I was smoking a joint in the hot tub. Linneve took a swig from the big bottle, stumbling over as she finished. She wore a small blue bikini that hugged her skin. "Look at what we found!" Linneve laughed, clearly relaxed and tipsy. She takes another swig. "It's the Big Bottle." says Preston, wearing som...
"And that's it?" I asked. "Yes, that's it," the old man said. I sat there in the corner of a little Starbucks, well away from everyone else. The gentleman I was speaking with sat back in the overstuffed leather chair opposite me. Starbucks wasn't where I wanted to meet but the old guy insisted. Muted conversations and nauseating light jazz filled the air...