Author's Note: Well, it certainly has been a long time. The fault lies with me for this appearing so late. My Beta Reader did her part in getting it to me, but life is full of so many complications. I've had to deal with a major change at work, and was distracted for a long time. Fortunately, I finally managed to find my way back to Valentina and her story....
The flight was available. Actually, Stone had to make it available. He didn't kill anyone and take their place. Rather, he paid someone to take another flight. He bought their ticket. It cost him enough. He would have paid more if he had had to. As Michael Stone walked from the airport terminal in Tokyo to a waiting rental car, a weight began to press down...
Can you hear that...Shhh...listen...The soft lub-dub echoing through the moonless night. I have memorized that sound, burned it into my mind. Take a deep breath...can you smell the scent...better yet...can you smell Her scent...The mixture of Egyptian sandalwood and womanly musk. Her scent I can detect in the faintest of winds, miles away, I can smell her......
INTRODUCTION: Meet Ziffy! It was Tom Alden, retired electrician from Beaverton, Oregon, that discovered the the long-kept secrets of the woods behind the Cascadia Home Retirement Community. Situated in the Cascade Mountains, near Corvalis, Cascadia Home was formerly known as "Roslov Manor." It was built by Yuri Roslov (an immigrant from Kamchatka), beginni...
How could I have let this happen? My husband and I live in a mid-sized city in Minnesota. My husband is a section supervisor at the local retailer. He works the afternoon/evening shift and is seldom home before midnight. Earlier this year, to make ends meet we rented the room to Brad, an 18 year old hockey player with the local semi-pro team. Brad had nev...
Tom led the way down and out to the parked sedan, he held the door open for her. Valerie sat down into the car. The leather upholstery seemed to enfold her as Tom closed the Bentley's passenger door. A passing car caused his blonde hair to move a bit, and he brushed at it. He glanced at the hood, of the green car, and picked up a cigarette butt and instead o...
Breathe in… and out; In… and out. Cycle, repeat. Again, and again, and again. Yuri had lost track of the number of days and nights she had spent training in the mountains. She had even forgotten the reason she began. But at some point, when she drew in her breath and let it out for what felt like the billionth time, she knew she was done. She had mastered he...
She stood outside of the restaurant, blue letters "Teal Station". Valerie adjusted her black dress, she had driven past this place a hundred times. It was once the main rail station in Pearton before the Old Northwesteren decided to shut down the passenger line, it was bought from the railroad and turned into several different businesses now a restaurant. Th...
The sound of a paddle making contact with Yuri's naked butt reverberated through the room. It also excited him greatly. A bi guy whose preference was men, it seemed that the easiest way - perhaps the only way - for a woman to get him hard was to inflict pain. He was getting that now in spades. In her role as Mama-San, Leslie had good reason to punish him, se...
The coffee shop had just closed for the day, and Jim, Yuri, and Eva were in the process of clearing up ready for the next day. Yuri, who was from Lithuania, was mopping the floor in the lounge area, while Jim was in the storeroom, busy checking the stock. Bending over to reach for a lower shelf, Jim felt a hand on his buttocks. Startled, he turned round to s...