LOCATION: Rome, Italy MISSION: To seduce and catch a jewel thief and to stop another jewel heist from happening. I arrived at Rome. Other than the mission, I thought of so many things about Rome, like the architecture, the history, the romance, the food, the wine, and the art. My alias was Alyssa Solomon, a jewelry buyer/designer from Los Angeles. I was st...
She had watched all the people taking carriages rides all afternoon. She wanted to take a ride, but she had no money to pay her way. It was all stolen a few hours ago as she got off the train. As the hours went by one of the gentleman who drivers kept coming by her, and smiling. She would lower her head, but after the fourth time by she smiled back at him an...
In the woods of Fire Proof, two persons was on the hot trail of a D ranked criminal. The criminal in question wasn't all that threatening; in fact the crime he had committed wasn't even worth jail time. The dirty crook had only stolen some goods from one of the stores in the red light district. It was much too small of a crime for the two Jonin, Fire and Jes...
It was cold down this deep. The slow rush of temperate water from the vents of the volcanoes did not do anything to improve the frigid temperatures all the way down here. Warm water rose, and the caverns at these depths did not retain the warm water very long. Melusine hurried along the old corridor, shivering in the chill. There it was, just a narrow fiss...
This story is definitely not politically correct. It is an only slightly exaggerated story involving a sub-culture that lives in public housing estates in the outer suburbs of Australian capital cities, in this case Sydney. I hasten to add that the people depicted in this story are in no way indicative of all Australians, or even all public housing residents...
Sorry about the long delay between 06 and 07. Some personal issues came around. *** Lincoln's POV -------------- The soldiers found me and wouldn't stop shooting. I shifted in and out of cover behind trees and bushes, trying to get back to Chloe. I shot another small case of dynamite and took out about three soldiers before getting back to running. I...
***Author's note: This chapter doesn't have a ton of sex, but it sets up a crazy chapter to come. Here, there's only voyeur/masturbation. Hope you enjoy our hero's new companion and stick with the series as it progresses. Votes and comments are always read and appreciated. Oh, and everyone in this fantastical pseudo-middle ages tale would be of age in our wo...
Chase Bradbury tread softly, yet swiftly, through the shadowed halls of the mansion, his eyes wide and focused on his surroundings. In the midnight hours, the house was dim and eerily silent, but not even the black of night could dull the exquisiteness of the building. The floors were a cream tile, polished so well that it still gave off a shine despite the...
I don't know what you call it where you live but in my country someone who steals women's underwear off a clothes line is call a snow-dropper. I have no idea why it is called snow-dropping but a little research shows it to be an old British slang word for a linen thief that originated around 1810. My story began when I was a teen boy in the early 1980's whe...
After offering me an orange flavored Starburst from the colorful stick in her hands, Natasha chose a pink one for herself . She popped it in between her lips and pulled the wrapper out a moment later, flicking it into the trash can near by. One thing that I loved about Natasha was her love of symbolism, possibly coming from her love of Goethe, Germany's most...