Anita "You look tired," "Hmmm?" Startled out of a light doze, I blinked sleepily at Marian. "What did you say?" "I said, you look tired." Marian poured me a cup of coffee. "Late night?" I swiftly stifled an urge to look guiltily at the demon. She probably thinks you were up late studying, you dope, I thought to myself as I took a sip of the coffee. The...
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to A. She is the person who first reads my stories but more importantly she is my source of inspiration. ***** All day long I kept staring at the clock across the hall. I've been to the university library to study but I wasn't concentrated. I had opened a blank document on Word to start writing my report for an exper...
“Apartment number 69…Mmmm hard to forget, but where is it?” you think to yourself as your footsteps carry you down the street. You are getting overheated wearing your long dress coat, but you had to hide the raging hard on that has been distracted you all day. You would have given in a long time ago, but for the instructions still ringing through your mind a...
Anne looked forlornly around the large room again and fought back the urge to sigh. There was no sign of Lisa, the girl she had come to this party with. Anne shouldn't have been surprised, Lisa had seemed pretty bored with speaking to Anne and had virtually flung herself at the first guy that had chatted her up, they had disappeared to get a drink over twent...
You let go a sigh of relief as you watch your mom pull away. You thought she'd never leave. You finally have a moment to yourself. Your son Adam had left early to hang out with his friends and with Mark not back from work till tomorrow, the house is yours. You turn from the window and look around at the living room. You might as well do a bit of dusting befo...
Author's Note: This is a quick little case meant to be read between "The Nightlife Case" and "Case of the Curse" in the Marly Jackson series. __________________________ I came back to Chicago from L.A. a broken woman. I'd left, Marly Jackson, P.I., a woman out to right past wrongs and make a decent buck, and returned home a murder suspect with more skelet...
Some part of his mind wondered what had brought him to this place. His exact predicament was at once easy and difficult to describe. His face was currently buried between the thighs of one of his junior officers while he lapped desperately at her dripping sex. Beyond that, he would be hard pressed to say where he was. His mind had long since disappeared, los...
Chapter 2: What a Trip My mind was alternately racing and fogged in as I stood in front of the L.A. airport Marriott hotel. I had an involuntary layover on my business trip and somehow I had gotten myself into a situation that was bizarre to say the least. After sitting through several dances at the local strip club I had purchased some "Female Domination"...
I was finally about to met her. We met three months before on internet. She lived just outside of Toronto, a city where I was travelling often on business and our discussions rapidly turned to sex. She seemed very open and kinky and was definitely looking for a regular lover. On my side I had been with the same woman for over 20 years and had a plain vanilla...
Further Relations of the Adventures of Belinda, Lady D’Airing, and her faithful servant Groat Notar bene - although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. Part the fifthe: In Which Tongues are loosened, and Schemes Reve...