A/N: This story deals with the emotional fallout of sexual harassment in the workplace and explores themes of BDSM and power exchange between women. This is fiction and is no substitute for research, personal inquiry, and above all communication with your partner. Be safe, sane and consensual. I balance my motorcycle helmet, guitar case, and house keys as...
Chloe woke up the next morning feeling almost absurdly refreshed. The horrors of the night prior had dwindled in her mind, pushed back to that compartment that all cops learn to cultivate. She stretched out in bed, the soft sheets sliding across her naked body, caressing her skin with a gentle touch. As she reached her arms up and pointed her toes to the doo...
At five the next morning Taggart slipped the dock lines from their cleats; he hopped back on board and into the cockpit, and once there he put the transmission into reverse. Using the bow thruster, he kept Time Bandit centered in the slip as he backed-down into the marina's entrance channel, then he pointed the bow upriver and motored towards Gothenburg's ci...
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To make sense of this I recommend you read all the previous chapters of this series if you have not done so already. To start at the beginning, look for a revised collection of Chapters 1, 2 and 3 consolidated into one submission. As usual, this is a work of fiction and all events, places and people are products of my imagination. Neighbor 8 The radio al...
Bradley Hicks took one last quick look around outside then shut the door of his office beside the gymnasium in the High school, leaving just himself and the girl alone inside. “I think we’ll be safe in here, no one will disturb us at this time.” The school’s gym coach looked up at the clock on the wall which read 4:15; Most of the students and faculty were...
© 2017 by Thrillerauthor CHICAGO 1988 The middle-aged woman glanced at the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. Her brown pencil skirt just covered her knees, above still-shapely legs shimmering in sheer nylon stockings. The neck of her patterned blouse was graced by a triple strand of pearls, and the brown jacket which matched her skirt com...
Thug sex Part I I'd been a bit of a geek at school and was bullied quite badly for always at the top of the class so; when I went to University at 18 I deliberately lost touch with everyone from school and our small village and successfully re-invented myself in the 'Big City.' I went wild; fucking anything with a pulse and after leaving with a very good De...
THE BORROWER Why do I do what I do? Because I can, that's the simple answer. Some people only dream of what they want to do. Me? I just do it. Oh, it requires careful planning to be sure. I mean, if you want to abduct an attractive young woman, drug her, take her to a deserted warehouse, truss her up and cut her clothes off and then fuck her in your own, s...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 15—Confessions After Jarrod left with the briefcase Tracey phoned Hal Wright, as he asked her to. Tracey: "He's gone. He took the case and left; he didn't stay long." Hal: "Good! Did he suspect anything?" Tracey: "No, he asked if I opened it, and I said that I didn't. He believed me." Hal: "I still don't like it, Tracey....