I stretched my arms and rolled over. I listened to the soft sound of your snores while I waited for the fog of morning to clear from my muddled head. Slowly my mind began to recall those elusive little details; who I am. who you are, where we are, what we did last night. That last detail brought a smile to my face. Flashes of last night played like rays of s...
Cade awoke and reached for his pants to locate the keys for the handcuffs. They were not there. He tried to remember if he had put them somewhere else last night. It was really strange. He could not think of another place where he could have put them. They had to be here. He checked his pockets once more. "Is something wrong?" Erin asked. "I can't find the...
This is a love story. Although, not in the conventional sense because I have never been a conventional kinda woman. * National Organization of Women formed during my teen years. Gloria Steinem went undercover as a Playboy Bunny and Billy Jean King had beaten down the sexual stigma in sports. I pursued my equality as well. I viewed marriage as the death o...
(Author's note: This story is in fact complete nonsense and I don't know any of the characters in person. I also do not wish to belittle Wikileaks or Julian Assange in any way, as I do admire his cause. This is simply a bit of Christmas fun, not to be taken seriously.) DOCUMENT FROM THE NORTH POLE EMBASSY VZCZCXRO1234 RR DASHER DANCER PRANCER VIXEN COMET C...
Agent Long was searching around the headquarters of the Evil Wicked Wanda, looking for his partner, Agent 96. She was last heard from while working undercover here. She had called in saying she had discovered something very important when her connection was abruptly cut off. Suddenly, Agent Long felt a sharp stinging sensation in his neck and then everythi...
"Hey Rookie" I heard my boss said as I looked up. "Got a story for you, we got a tip from the local grocer. They say there is a new milk from a local farm that is flying off the shelves. I want you to go down to the farm and write a story about it." My boss said tapping his note pad. "You want me to write a story about milk?" I...
Fifteen operatives surveil the V.I.P. section, yet I continue to stare through a gap in the curtains behind the stage. The drug distributor hasn't arrived yet, but the undercover agents he's meeting with are cuddled at his table nursing drinks. Stefano's ordered a Negroni cocktail since they don't serve straight Campari. Tucked in his muscular embrace is K...
Just a quick 750 word story for the project. Hope you enjoy it. Nobody under 18. It's a fictional story. Enjoy. * She was incredibly beautiful. I thought there is just no way in hell... she must be a vice cop. I watched her hips sway with each step, her big braless tits swaying as well. She was stacked and black as coal. Her heels, stilettos really, were...
My name is Keith Ray. A tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties. I have a secret to share with you. I've got no conscience whatsoever. People don't understand me. I've been called everything from functional psychopath to cunning sociopath. I call myself a Free Spirit. A man who does what he wants and lets no one hold him back. Currently, I'm imper...
Part II: Flying High This story follows on directly from Undercover Sandra awoke to the low hum of aeroplane engines feeling completely disorientated. Where was she? And how the hell did she get here? She rubbed her eyes, swollen from enforced sleep and tried to swallow. Her throat was sore and her head ached. As her eyes came into focus, she saw two famil...