She awoke to soft light and the tweeting of birds. Their hotel room was facing the wrong way to see the dawn, but she could see flickers of motion outside: birds hopping around, some people down on the beach in the blue pre-dawn, and even the roll and drag of the waves outside. Their bedroom had a balcony, and she realized they had never used it. Gently she...
Special thanks to Ken Nitsua for editing this story! *** You'll want to know about the night of August seventh. It's all that anybody ever wants to know about. I always thought that people would forget, it was years ago, another life, another time. I always thought the world would simply move on. But the world doesn't move on at all. The world devours th...
Several events and locales depicted in this story are once again factual, while the remainder is pure fiction. Hopefully, you readers will enjoy both. Constructive comments are always welcomed. ~~~ The ferry's bell chimed three times, indicating our departure as I lowered my sunglasses and found a space along the port railing on the deck next to my car. I...
Chancellor Inga Braun was at the Berlin Tegel Airport to greet Gwen and Steve upon their arrival, and did so with great warmth. The two women hugged and were soon chatting like old friends. Gwen invited Chancellor Braun to ride in the motorcade with her to the American embassy, which would allow them more time to discuss issues of mutual concern. For her par...
This is essentially a romance story set against a background of international drug dealing with the occasional side plot of the usual mayhem. Paranoia: (Pron. para-noya) noun; a mental disorder marked by the unjustified belief that one is being persecuted, usually accompanied by megalomania and insane distrust. Paranoid (Pron. para-noyd) adjective; als...
"Hey Jace, what're you up to tomorrow?" crackled Joey's friendly voice over the phone line. "Going to the Concours. What else is there?" Jason replied with a laugh, not surprised at hearing from his best old car buddy. "I figured that and have a little proposition for you to consider." "Shoot." "You know that we're taking four cars there tomorrow." "Yea...
Prologue Katherine, Lady Dunrossiter, propped herself up on one elbow and gazed down at the man in bed with her. Earl Dunrossiter was younger than she, and his well formed chest was only sparsely haired. By contrast, the hair at his groin was abundant and thick, which could also describe the cock laying idly between his outstretched legs. Lady Dunrossiter...
Hello dear readers and fans. I decided to take a short break from writing The Hunger to work on something else that I have been planning for a while. This is a bit different for me. I have frequently said, when asked, that my stories are not truly autobiographical. Rather, they are based on real life experiences, but not necessarily in the context that they...
Chapter 4 - Hariyati "This is Hariyati." Mr Jessop had come to find them. They were respectably dressed. They were all dressed in shorts and shirts. Nakedness and exposed genitalia would come later. Naked and engorged genitalia indeed! And she bowed. Just so sexual to Mike and Paulo. They did not see it as simply polite, bowing being so much the polite nor...
Chapter 25 -- Harbingers of Things to Come On the first Tuesday in May when Dave got home from work, a beaming Bobbie met him at the door from his home into the core. He was coming for drinks and dinner. Alice was right behind him. "I'm so glad to see you both," she said in a bright voice. "Maddy had her baby this afternoon. Thank you daddy. You are now th...