Chapter 3 -- Breaking the Law. Madeline admired herself in the full length mirror, the man who was coming, with an unmissable business deal, would be in for a shock. According to her solicitor he was handsome, about to become very rich and even more importantly famous, just how she liked them. My god I hope he's not gay, I can't deal with gay men, they list...
Carrie stood at the edge of the crowd, nervously pushing her hair back over her ear, her face pretty but anxious. She looked down at herself, checking her clothes one last time as the noise of the crowd, mostly teenage boys, grew. She stood on her toes, stretching up to see above the sea of heads. A few boys giggled nearby, watching the curve of her shapely...
High noon of the twentieth day of the month of the goddess Juno in the Roman year 701 was brightly sunny and dry under a celestial blue sky. Lisinia brought her young son, Valens, to the servant's quarters of the latifundium owned by the Solinus gens, the wealthiest patrician clan in Tivoli. Lisinia introduced the boy to Oliva, the toothless and round-belli...
MilitiaHumper Presents: Rabbit, Off the Reservation! A Pipeline Protest Story. *********** Written for fun, not profit. To follow the sequence of the story see the publish dates in the index. *********** Let me tell you the fun part about Rabbit other than she can't be fucked enough. She's a hairy little bitch that doesn't shave her legs, armpits, or a...
* RRRRRIIIIIIIIIP * Oh, damn. I pulled my arm out of my Italian wool suit jacket and examined the rip in the fabric. One of the seams under the right arm had split, opening up a large, unsightly hole that I was sure my little travel sewing kit wouldn't be able to patch. "Hello? Front desk?" I asked, picking up the receiver on the bedside phone. "Yes, sir...
She had hoped that some time away at this lively, deluxe resort would offer her the opportunity that she needed and craved. Not even able to remember the last time she had been away from her demanding job in the intense corporate world of banking, she was determined that the physical void in her life would finally be filled. Her position gave her money and...
The whoop of the sirens make my stomach dip and my heart thuds heavy as I use my blinker, beginning to navigate over to the curb. What did I do? Tears that were held in check before now begin to fall freely. It's the middle of the night, and no one else is on the road. Did I forget to signal? Was I speeding? I can't remember what I've been doing, so lost in...
This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events are fictional. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story portrays graphic sex and masturbation. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then please stop reading now. * They had met on the Internet a few m...
It was the long school break and Cathy and I were hitch-hiking to the Gold Coast. We figured that if we got luck with our rides we could get there in three days. We were both eighteen, tired of studying, and wanting to have some fun and relaxation in the sun, surf, and sand. By the end of the second day we were well into New South Wales and I was quietly co...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...