It seemed like an easy twelve grand. Each. The heroin would never be detected in the lead-lined bottom of the travel bag. It was supposed to be bye bye Bangkok and in a few hours, Holly and Sam would be back home in Melbourne where they belonged. But that didn't happen. The hotel room robbery was the start of it all. With all their money gone, the couple we...
Waking the next morning, I was feeling lazy. I didn't really feel like getting out of bed, but my ladies were having none of that! They were telling me to get up, that I had a lot to do before we left for town, and get up now breakfast was ready. After breakfast, I went to find Grandpa. He had just finished his own breakfast, so we went out to the wagons, m...
Note: This is the prequel to a lengthy, semi-fiction story that I plan to span across many different genres including BDSM, threesomes, and a few others. This part, however, will be non-sexual, although it will deal with drugs, family issues, and underage children (again, NONSEXUAL.). I plan to tell three different origin stories of three main characters, as...
Dinner at the Quicks Tom Quick was excited. A week ago he and Alice Elton had fallen in love. It was a whirlwind romance, as they say, starting with the mutual recognition of the Tom's and Alice's enormous common interests. They were both possessed of uniquely rich sexual imaginations, razor-sharp intellects, straight-on honesty, and the ability to accept s...
I don't know the physical or perhaps maybe even the physiological reasons why but, ever since I got my left nipple pierced three months ago, I am non-stop horny. It seems I've developed an almost constant ache and need for sex. My mind thinks about cuming every waking and even sleeping moment. Yes, I even dream about sex. Without consciously doing it, I oft...
Sharon's hand trembled a bit as she reached for the garage door entrance to her home, wary about her ability to appear anything other than what she was feeling—guilty. She knew that Jim was home as evidenced by his vehicle parked in the garage and she knew that there would be no hiding the fact that she was inebriated. What she was unsure of was how keenly J...
It was a little more than 12 years ago when I first began to hate the Currey family. My father, Kenneth McQuillan, was the 18th richest man in America… but none of that ever really mattered to me. The priceless possessions which surrounded me all of my life never meant anything to me. The only thing we owned that I revered was a very cheap necklace which...
Author's note: This chapter contains no sexual activity. If that is what you're looking for, please return next week. As always, thanks for reading, and your votes and comments. ### Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin' - Nothin', Robert Plant & Allison Kraus ### "You're quitting?" My teac...
'That's the best needle you'll ever get, you fuckin' slut.' He pulled his jeans up and looked down at her as she struggled to untie the knot her panties were getting into around her cheap and glorious fuck me stilettos. She looked up at him and stared. She did not hate them anymore, but she did not like them either. It was pure economics. She immunised her...
Dirt damp from the slight drizzle that had turned the whole day gray, and made the night seem darker than black, molded to our heroin's bare feet as she ran. Warmth stagnates in the air, the sultry summer heat making it hard to breathe with every push forward. Every lunge vibrated through her long pale legs, the power in them tested after running flat out f...