Note- I have been enjoying the repeats of Honey West on English television lately and had this idea. I do not own the rights to the stories or movies of Honey West, Shaft or Cleopatra Jones. This is totally made up by myself for no monetary gain. x Dedicated to the memories of Anne Francis and Tamara Dobson. xxx New York City, 1971. Honey West was hard...
Be careful what you wish for A wintery night closes about the ill-lit streets of Prague; winds trample coldly through, where hours before horse-drawn traffic, street merchants and shoppers did the same. Above a kitchenware shop off Havelská , an old house on an old street, Rebecca bathed. She lay back, hot bath water lapping at her neck, nipples two small i...
Dear Reader: This story is a sexual fantasy and is strictly a work of fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment, but we all know that some of our neighbors and acquaintances are acting out these scenes in their real life every day. Therefore the author encourages the reader to practice safe sex always. If you are offended by sexually explicit conte...
(A fictional story inspired by a real life event) I was in heartbreak mode, but this heartbreak was bigger. I had just lost my mom last month and I had been grieving ever since. I know it wasn't my fault that my mom was sick with flu-like symptoms, I just didn't know how seriously sick she was when I found her on the bed of her bedroom in our house. I ca...
Tyler came out of his room to find Ariel and her mother, sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of tea. 'Cuppa Mr Gordon?' Veronica said as she stood up and reached for another cup and poured it for him welcoming him to join them. 'Thank you Veronica. Hello Ariel, How's your ankle feeling?' 'I'm ready to return to work. I called in at work today and...
"I like to be ... licked ... you know ... down there," Franny said softly. Her deep brown eyes were fixed steadily on me as she spoke, but they flicked briefly down toward her lap when she said "... down there," before they locked onto mine once more. Her look was bold, confident, a little challenging. As soon as my mind grasped what she'd just said my body...
Mark looked down at Sue. "Coffee?" he asked. "That would be good," she replied. He got up and walked across the room. "Stay there, I'll bring it back in. Get under the quilt before you get cold." Sue nodded and got off the bed. Mark turned back in time to see her round bum disappearing under the quilt. A few minutes later, Mark came back into the bedroo...
Boring Business Trip to Orlando Turns to Beautiful Canadian Adventure It's a sunny and warm spring, Friday afternoon around one o'clock in the afternoon as I pulled in to the parking lot of a Daytona Beach hotel. As I pull myself out of the car, the 55-mile trip from Orlando seems much longer after 3 days of sitting in a boring business seminar. Since I was...
Pulling up on a small, two-story house is something Val had become used to. The yard littered with toys, a mini-van in the driveway. Val was a real estate agent. She'd been doing it for years and never had trouble sealing a deal. This house looked like many others, and she figured the soccer mom living here, run rampant by driving her kids all over was ready...
The evening started simple enough. We meet for dinner at a quiet restaurant. You look stunning in a skirt; silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at your cleavage, dark hose and heels. The waiter sits us down and I watch him give you the once over. I just smile to myself. You look at me quizzically and I just say "Nothing". After the waiter takes our d...