CHAPTER SEVEN: THE COPS ARE INFORMED Despite the early hour, Holly had already showered. The shrill ring of her cell phone disturbed her thoughts. It was that phone. She allowed the phone to ring out and listened to the message. "You know who this is?" asked the voice when she returned the call. "Yes." "It's Big Eddie." She sighed. "I said I know who it...
Author's Note: If you have not read Parts 1 and 2 yet, you might find it helpful to do so. Redux She ripped the door open after he knocked, yanked him in, and urgently said, "Come on, there's a fire!" She tugged him down the hallway to the bedroom. Without skipping a beat, she ripped his belt open, shoved his pants and underwear to the floor, sucked his p...
I want to thank all of you for your critiques. Though I may not always agree, they, never the less, aid in my quest to better my writing. Unfortunately for some, there is no sex in this story. *************** "Ellen, get the door would you? I'm stuck in the bathroom!" I heard my wife acknowledge, as her footsteps sounded over the tiled floors heading to...
I am sorry that it has been such a long time since I wrote anything, but my life is rather full and spare time is short. At the moment I am barely back from a long vacation. Two solid weeks in a Mexican resort does wonders for a woman tired of the cold and damp of the Pacific Northwest. Now I have two more weeks to just rest and restore myself before I go b...
Angie's eyes opened to look across the bed to see her lover watching her sleep. A slow smile crept across her face, "How long have you been watching?" She whispered. "Not long, maybe ten minutes," Vic replied softly, his fingers moving to brush her hair out of her face. "You are so beautiful," Vic said as he looped her hair behind her ear. Angie smiled as...
Part 1 Some wonderful sensation was drawing Marilyn Milano out of her deep sleep. It took a moment for her sleep-fuzzy mind to recognize what it was - someone was tenderly licking and sucking her right nipple. She smiled inwardly. Jonathan must be having trouble sleeping. The feeling of Jon's warm, wet lips and tongue on her rapidly hardening nipple was ex...
Regaining consciousness had its downside, a throbbing headache that channeled to her stomach. Nausea made Gretchen heave. Acids burned her throat. She spit out liquid fire onto the hard floor she sat on, her back against the hard wall. Her vision swirled only partly from concussive damage. In front of her, two humanoid figures wrestled and clawed at each oth...
Mrs Reilly's Victorian-era house was considered one of the finest in Brewer: made of Kasota, the premier building stone of Minnesota, it featured colonial revival lines with an off-centre tower and Tudor arches. The attendance at the widow's afternoon tea was big, fully 30 or so ladies, all divorced or widowed Moms. And all so very well-dressed, in their w...
1. Golden (Blonde) Ticket I don't know when the shift occurred, but the nanny stopped acting as a passive target of my well-mannered lechery and instead started flirting shamelessly with me. I guessed maybe she escalated because she was frustrated with not getting the puppy dog reactions from me that she got from her various fans at gas stations, playground...
The evening of April Fool's Sweat poured from Marcus' brow; the hot and sticky kind you feel in sub-tropical rain forests. But Marcus was not in the Amazon or Congo. Marcus was enjoying an April evening; on a lake; in Austin Texas; temperature about 63 degrees. Or at least he had been enjoying it. The spring wind blew and caressed Marcus' skin with the pro...