(1) Jessica and Robin have been married for seven years now. Like most couples they have fallen the daily rut of just getting through the day. They love one another as much as the day they married. Robin still look at Jessica as his ebony princess and Robin is still her white knight. Robin is a marketing executive for a Fortune 500 company. And Jessica man...
My name is Brett. I'm 28 years old and married. My wife and I live in a nice two-story house in Reno, Nevada. Sounds pretty normal so far, right? Well, it's about to get abnormal. My wife is a professional assassin. Her name is Deborah and she's the most extraordinary woman I've ever known. She's everything I've ever wanted in a woman - confident, smart, b...
It was just luck that let me find the handbag. You can determine what sort of luck it was. I was rifling through my purse while strolling through the park, hoping to find an extra couple of dollars in there, even though I knew there weren't any. Then a gust of wind blew my last solitary note out of my purse and into the bushes. I had no choice. It was all I...
It's been almost a month now. After the first week of waiting for her to send me a message, calling in sick, not bothering to shower or shave, hating myself for not caring about that, and not caring anyway. I was miserable. I held the firm assertion that I had ruined what had been a wonderful, exhilarating, scary, beautiful date with the woman of my dreams,...
Robert Armestead "Revenge is a dish best served cold"-Les liaisons dangereuses * The old Victorian mansion appeared to have been plucked right out of an Edgar Allen Poe novel. Overlooking the highest point of the town, Moon Key Point, the structure's stonework assembled into three massive wings, each wing capped with an immense copper dome long since weat...
"You can't come with me. The neighbors might see," I said. "Gots to make sure yo dressed appropriate for our date," He slapped my ass like he owned it, "Get goin', ho." I didn't argue. I retrieved just my trench coat and threw it on before we left. It was getting dark so I thought with relief maybe the neighbors wouldn't see us. He drove as I directed him...
Author's Note: If you haven't read the other contract killer stories, you may want to read them before you read this one. However, it is not necessary to have read them to enjoy each on its own merit (I hope). They are, in order as written: Confession of a Contract Killer Contract Killer's Next Hit Contract Killer Stirs the Pot Drop me line; let me kno...
The World of Lust, better known as Lagneía, is a world on the brink of complete destruction. People are fucking so frequently and recklessly that birth rates have skyrocketed. Humanity is quickly draining all its resources and action must be taken. Abortion clinics are overrun and newborns are just left to die. People are so distracted thinking of their next...
Maxwell Joseph Donaldson stood before the court completely relaxed and unrepentant. He had not only confessed to the rape of the nineteen year old woman, but had boasted about it. He wasn't worried, he had been sent to prison before for the same crime and was certain that he could take anything the penal system could dish out to him. At six foot two and two...
1 Ebony Hayes put on her best red dress revealing her bare arms and cleavage. Though she really needed to wear something casual but she was feeling free today. Very free. Besides she was not looking for a man and she knew the right place where she would have fun without being hit on. Ebony put on her dark red high heel shoes and special sparkling necklac...