1. Rudolph Mueller sat in the Almaty Tea House, stirring his rich Kazakh tea while pretending to look at his phone. In fact, he was watching for the asset that the Agency had arranged for him to meet. His real self, Jim Cochran, could wait all day. Rudolph, his cover identity for the last three months, was growing impatient. He had to get back to the office. At last he spied a likely candidate. A woman walked down Gogol S...

He heard her before he saw her. Will sat, alone, sipping a glass of wine and reading a book as he waited for his meal to be served. Amidst the cacophony of the North End Italian restaurant, one voice slowly penetrated his consciousness. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. Laska ran with a gay and preoccupied air… Laska ran with a gay and preoccupied air… Laska ran with a gay and preoccupied air… The...

Like many poor decisions, Joe’s choice to hike the Nez Perce Canyon made a lot of sense at the time. He had done it over thirty years prior and thought of the trip often. Doing the trip again would test his fitness and resolve, he thought. And, maybe, he would finally out walk his grief. It had been over a year since Joe’s wife, Loretta, had passed. It wasn’t sudden. Cancer is a nasty, teasing bitch. He knew what was comi...

Hope The early December night was so crisp and clear that Sara could make out the bright light of Venus through the yellow glow of the Roosevelt Park streetlights. She turned into her building and smiled at her doorman's half-hearted salute as she made her way to the mailroom. She keyed open the brass door expecting the usual collection of bills, condo association notices, and neighborhood flyers. Her breath stopped short...

I fight my way through thick mangroves to find a virgin beach. There is only one occupant, A woman lies under a sea almond tree. A crimson blanket, which matches the blossoms of the tree, shields her body from the sand. Is she sleeping? No! Long fingers capped by brilliant red nails push a braid away from her forehead while her other hand gently strokes her torso. Is she a sorceress, a siren, an angel? Not sure, I am froz...

As Angie bent down to grab a package she realized the globes of her thong-clad butt were likely visible to half the room. She adjusted her approach to kneel, rather than bend, though the flex of her naked thighs elicited as much attention as her nearly naked ass. Her elf costume was all a “big mistake” according to the Chairman. It was supposed to be a modest green tunic, a silly hat, and little shoes with rolled-up toes....

Logan McConnell sighed and leaned back against the hard wooden pew. It had been a good turnout, he thought. He looked around the chapel. Yellow roses — Cindy’s favorite — were everywhere. A huge bouquet sat atop the coffin. Bright ribbons and bunting softened the bland, sad interior of the nursing home chapel. He smiled. She would have been pleased. She hated sad, somber funerals. She preferred celebration. In life and no...

They stood in pregnant silence at the hotel elevator doors. They were two colleagues, lightly drunk with cocktails and innuendo. “The view of the mountains is amazing, isn’t it?” he asked. “Ha!” she scoffed. “My view is of the parking garage.” I should invite her to my room to see the sunset, he thought but did not say. He hit seventeen. “What floor?” he asked. She did not answer. Her big brown eyes met his and lingered....

Nancy stretched her legs wide to either side of her pink bedspread as the fingers of her right hand found their way through the tangle of blonde down that covered her mons Venus. Meanwhile, she grazed her torso with the nails and fingertips of her left hand. She ran her hand in a circuit from her hip, up to her tummy, between her small breasts, to her neck, then down along her rip cage back to its origin. Goosebumps trail...

McMurray double-clutched his Dodge coupe through the narrow curves of the Hollywood Hills. When his hand wasn't on the stick, it was keeping his .38 from sliding off the leather seat. The dead lawyer in Malibu Canyon confirmed what he had started to believe a week ago; what he had probably believed since the Widow Stanwyck first stepped into his office. She was a killer, and not just because of the way she filled out a dr...

Chapter 16 May sat within the sleek black coupe in a stupor. She stared out the small window as dusk dropped over Manhattan. There was a whirring in her ears from the rush of her own blood. She couldn't hear the horses’s hooves or the wooden wheels, not even when Park Avenue changed from dirt to paving stones. She didn't hear the driver wrapping at the coupe door. She didn't even hear the words that the happy stable boy s...

Chapter 13 May’s nervousness dissipated a bit as Susanne joined her. As turned on as she was, May was still a bit daunted by Robert’s big, brown staff. Susanne gave May a wink as she grasped Robert’s thick base and lifted it to expose his massive balls. Susanne giggled and winked again as she ran her extended tongue along Robert’s sac. May copied her confident friend’s movements. Soon, each was covering the thick, dark sh...

You deserve all the things. You deserve kisses, and blue belles, And beaches and books. Hugs and licks and vigorous fucks, too. You deserve all the things. You deserve happiness and grief, And love and lust. Sexy dresses and well-placed lips, too. You deserve all the things. You deserve Provence and lavender, And sighs and cum. Wine and sunsets and cuddles, too. You deserve all the things.

Chapter Ten: Spencer sees May in a new light Spencer Archer entered the Jansens’s foyer with excitement. It wasn’t often that the Vanderbilts, Roosevelts, and Astors were all in one place. And it was all the rarer that he and his wife would be invited, at least to an affair this small. When it came to business, the old New Amsterdam crowd kept their circle very tight. As successful as Archer’s father and grandfather had b...

Chapter 7: A brisk awakening Martha swept into May’s suite at eight o’clock. The doctor was due for his weekly visit, and was expected at nine. Martha anticipated a battle. However, to her surprise she only saw Edith, who was making the bed. Edith looked up, and shrugged her shoulders. Martha eventually found May in the kitchen. She was there chatting with the shocked cook. Chatting with staff?! Martha was astounded. And...