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An American Swallow

At the height of the Cold War, the daughter of the CIA Director goes undercover to trap a Russian.

They called us “Honeypots.” Our counterparts at the KGB were “Swallows.” It was unclear if the Russians meant the noun or the verb. Outwardly, the CIA said that sexual entrapment wasn’t an American intelligence tactic. After a series of embarrassing lapses, some felt it was time to reconsider. ~ Last year, when I was completing my degree in Russian Studies at Wellesley, Irvin Scarbeck...Read On

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Beginnings (Part two) Revenge

From the beginning, our life was on the fast track with me in college, raising a child, and Chuck dedicated to growing our business. Our lives moved ahead full speed with hardly a minute to spare. For me it was diapers, studying, baby sitters, and maintaining a home. For Chuck, it was long hours of drafting, dealing with contractors and establishing a clientele. The demands on our...Read On

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Into the Shadows

Nestled within the Victorian hinterland lies a seductive power beyond comprehension.

Extract from the Journal of Patient Trokes, A. (Kept in shorthand) The lanterns aboard the Brougham carriage provided the only light by which to see. The dirt road was black as charcoal and the surrounding countryside deserted. The onset of autumn had stripped the trees of foliage; their wizened branches gouged the sky, searching for warmth and daylight so distant it was a forlorn...Read On

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Eighteen Hours of Rain

Spies, sex and serendipity's smorgasbord. The cold war--gloves, hats and sexy spy-craft.

Everyone knows the name Kim Philby. You all know the notorious Cambridge Five spy ring. Unlike that famous quintet you have never heard this tale before. You have never heard the name, “Jean de Langham,” unless perhaps you are a massive fifties film fan. So sit down, pour a scotch, grab a cigarette if you’re so inclined, and listen up. The Soviet Cheka was more professional than most...Read On

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Pure Filth

Listen to what I want

Let me tell you what I want. I want you to know what gets me hot and worked up. What you can do to me to get my juices flowing freely from my pussy. I want you to fill me. I want your cock buried so deep inside me that I see stars and my whole body shakes from the pounding you’re giving me. I want you to fuck me, until your cock explodes plastering my pussy with your creamy load. I’m...Read On

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Alice's Panties

“Luke?” She’d answered in the midst of the fifth ring, right before her phone went to voicemail, her voice soft and hesitant. I paused, listening carefully as she fought to catch her breath, her breathing shallow and quick, enjoying the moment for as long as I dared before speaking. “You forget something?” It wasn’t a question, and I could tell by her silence that she knew it. I let...Read On

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Fuck talk 1: Ourorobos

'Impress me Yes, you Standing, towering Over little me Cold drink in sweaty palm One eyeball dangling in my braless dress And one yoyo-ing from my hellish heels To split-thighed heavenliness  A goddess, yes Now, little man Tell me your dirty Fucking filthy Earthly plan!' * He straightened Pelvis tightened And I saw with my own eyes His gold belt buckle rise ...Read On

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The Run of Her Life, The Run to Find Herself -- Chapter Two

Cali's beach run turns into a romantic affair

  Preface: This story, (Chapter Two) is self-contained and may be read as a standalone story, but you will benefit from the character development of reading the first story. Chapter One is not marked as such, as I never intended on writing more chapters, but some readers fell in love with these characters and asked for more. So relax and enjoy more teasing banter, and sexual fun, with...Read On

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If MACHINES could fall In Love

We are but passing bunches of machines... We see each other once upon a time and dream. I look, you know, I see, I scheme. And then you're gone... My Satellite. In space it's ALL a moonlit night, I wonder if she'll come around again? (People don't think we have FEELINGS But that's not true. I am watching out for someone... I'm looking out for you.) I think you might...Read On

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Searing heat and dexterous feet

Extraordinarily articulate appendages engender a measure of pleasure in a steamy place of leisure

The wooden ladle felt rough between my swim-softened fingers, its grain swollen by the constant claustrophobic heat. I scooped water then drizzled it in sparkling dancing droplets that momentarily blackened the sizzling coals. A hot wave, a sensual sirocco, descended on me, taking my breath, melting my tingling skin into salty rivulets. I climbed. Hot wooden boards pressed into my buttocks....Read On

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A Long Time Of...

Where once the breezes blew, The winds of times now ail, and new storms brew, Standing lonely hours of truth On bed of my lies, (mediocrity at best...) As your eyes of cat deceived me But I paid the price. Isn't that the way fools spin excuses And spots never fade, (maybe stripes...) Leaving the good of my got crying? On bed of my lies, In my new anointed life of deceit,...Read On

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The Hitter

The farmland that had fed two generations before me was barren. We were in the middle of The Dust Bowl, or, The Dirty Thirties, that’s what they had named the dust storms and drought that blew away the top soil of the land and made it impossible to grow crops. As if that wasn’t enough, the global economy had collapsed. 'The Great Depression' as President Hoover referred to it. The hard...Read On

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A List of Lonelinesses

There are no witnesses to that heightened moment of self awareness.

It is what the eye sees when it closes,  what's behind the drawn lids.  It is when the senses heighten  and the dampness of heat can be felt by the fine hairs on the surface of your skin  --hairs that stand and fall at their own bidding.  Small sounds reach from behind the obvious and whisper in your inner ear.  The words are in code,  but your heart remembers the womb  and slows to...Read On

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Resisting Fate - Part Three of Three

Her Fate Is In Her Hands...

We traveled many days together, my beautiful White Dove and I. That journey was the greatest time of my life, and Elsie and I were deep in love long before we crested the hills above the valley where my people made their winter camp. "We are home, Elsie," I said as I gazed out at the many conical tents that dotted the land below. Lazy trails of smoke rose from a hundred fires, and I could...Read On

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Helpless - His First Time

She introduces him to the thrill of bondage

I can’t even remember how long I’ve been sitting on the edge of her bed - funny how time slips by when your fingers are laced with those of a beautiful girl. Her beauty is so intense that my eyes are repeatedly drawn away from the view of a sparkling city under the night sky. It was, admittedly, a bit awkward at first to be sitting with her on her bed, but awkward silence quickly turned...Read On

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The Tales From The Tavern: I Lust After Your Scar (Part II)

“And that was the last one,” Big ol' Tom said, “now we've got ourselves a decent candle lighting again.” “Great,” replied Bethany, playing with the glass she had emptied for the third time, “may I ask you to fill that up again? Same vodka please.” She nibbled on one of the earpieces of her shades, leaving her attentive audience in a short instant of anticipation before resuming her...Read On

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Do I own the boots or do they own me?

October 2012. Zipping up the cool leather boots to within an inch of my knee always sent a delicious shiver racing up my spine. It wasn’t just the temperature of the soft material against my bare flesh, it was what it symbolised; what it made me. It made me his. Alone I sat, framed between pillars either side of the headboard that was almost twice the width of the one at home. Green...Read On

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Just Fuck Me

No red roses are required tonight Or serenades accompanied by piano I am a woman and I am ravenous Desiring an orgasm to curl my toes So let go of your inhibitions Do not be afraid to really fuck me My mind is blinded by lust An orgasm just begging to be free No pleasantries need be exchanged Our lips lock into a mind numbing kiss An unfurling of clothing soon follows Your desire feeding...Read On

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Flash Fairytales: Ocean's Lover

The wet rocks shimmer with an ethereal glow, basking in the pale light of the moon and stars, and bathed in the rhythmic waves of the contented sea. With bare, calloused feet, a man strides across the slickened stones, skipping through the small, dancing pools. Every sting of the icy brine makes his broad shoulders quiver with a sharp breath. Reaching the shore’s shifting edge; the water...Read On

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Another One Off The Cuff!!!

I've never seen a sound quite like the color of your sighs. I've never felt a sight just like the sparkle in your eyes. I don't believe I can recall (and this before I started to fall...) Somebody just as perfectly so nice... Sugar and spice like white on rice Like beauty on my girl... Your magical is accidental; give the boy a twirl. What am I supposed to do with somebody...Read On

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There are no words between us as what has been building up, what has been coiling inside is finally unleashed. Animals let loose from their cages Shuddering when we pressed together, the most dangerous collision I have ever known, skin to skin as we knew we would always be. I give in to the furious pace you have set, you're all heat and motion, unable to caress and grasp any one place...Read On

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“Show me.” She looked at her knees without talking. Her earlier confidence was gone. Sitting on his kitchen chair, she could’ve been a whole other girl. “Cannot.” Her accent was less pronounced in short replies. She’d been studying English half her twenty years, but it was only her first week in an English speaking world. “You can. It’s simple.” “Not simple.” Despite...Read On

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Resisting Fate - Part Two of Three

Finding Her Fate Proves To Be Difficult

It was only when I watched Red Elk turn his back to me and began to ride off that I understood. He was making me decide if I wanted to go with him or to return to my own kind. But they weren't my own kind, were they? I'm not American, and I couldn't trust them. For all I know they were no different than the savages who killed my husband, and would do awful things to me. At least Red Elk had...Read On

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The way she was breathing kept her tits heaving under their own excessive weight. Her eyes were hooded to slits. She might have looked furious if she’d had clothes on. He wanted to scoop her opulent mounds into his hands and squeeze until she whined he was squeezing too hard, but his hands were planted on her wrists against the mattress and his arms were fencepost straight, holding...Read On

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Silent Scream

Was it worth it? ...Yes I whisper

In the silence of the night I wake with a fright. The dream I had— was it real? I smelled you, touched you, felt your breath, heard your voice. Then I scream quietly, muffled into my pillow. It was all so real; the dream became my reality. The touch; the smell; the voice; your breath. And yet, it wasn't me you touched. It was another. It's all so clear. Then I scream quietly,...Read On

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Bunnie Tales: Driving With the Top Down

When the top is down, so is she.

She used her fingers to scoop the remnants of cum running down her chin. As she licked dripping cum from her fingers, she stared the blonde right in the eye. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” That’s when the light turned green and I quickly accelerated through the intersection, and headed back toward the barracks. ******************** It started earlier that day when Bunnie wanted...Read On

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The Shopping Trip

Jayne gets more than she bargains for on a shopping trip

I had imagined bumping into him so many times. I’d played out the conversations and different situations, pictured what it would be like to actually see him in person for the first time in sixteen years. It would then frustrate me to think that we had spent so many years at school together, in such close proximity, yet I’d never really known he’d existed, or knew that he even knew who I was. ...Read On

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To Draw Such A Fire

I never asked what gave me the right to draw such a fire from you, to feel the heat beckoning below where we always know that lovers can only be turned to cinders so many times. I don't know if you are close enough yet to see the animal, the one that is left threadbare in the drug of your fragrance, the one that keeps so quiet now To quell this frenzy that always threatens to advance,...Read On

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Runner and Lilah

“I gotta get out of here before it gets cold,” she said, almost to herself. He shot a look at her profile without breaking stride. He hated when she spoke like that, but he kept his mouth shut. They were surrounded by abandoned factories where the old service road was scarred by frost heaves and cracks with spindly weeds pushing through them. Lilah was three years older, but they were...Read On

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Resisting Fate - Part One of Three

A Forced Marriage Leads Her Into Her Own Fate

I spent the warm season hunting beaver along the shores of the great river. The hunt was good, but too many days had passed and each one was now shorter than the last. Cold winds were already blowing from the North and soon the white snows would be falling from the sky. I knew that if I were to return to my home fires before thick drifts filled the land, I would be forced to cut through...Read On