Detective Clay Hardwicke had dedicated almost two decades of his life to his profession. He was considered a loose cannon by his superiors, someone who could get the job done, but his methods were questionable at best. He made no excuse for his approach,...
The wet, desolate street rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The water in the potholes shimmered by the glow of the dim, yellow lamps sparsely lined up along the lane. Huge giant buildings stood beside the street; quiet. Some windows g...
The owner could feel the looming presence of her son standing close beside the bed. Really close. She kept absolutely still, feigning deep sleep. However, the viscid dampness on her webbed feet was gradually seeping into her naked soles through the diapha...
With one hand behind me pulling him closer, the other holds him up against my pussy. When his hand runs along the inside of my leg, lifting enough to slide between them, I get increasingly turned on. Flexing my muscles as he thrusts, helping him, being ac...
Chapter 4 “Come into the changing room,” I said, backing in and pulling him with me, not really giving him a choice. It really wasn’t that difficult; Bob seemed to have crossed a mental line where whatever happened next, he was going to write it off as pa...
Prologue They say that the strength of a couple’s relationship can be measured by their traditions. Actually, they don’t say that at all – I just made it up – but they should, because it’s true. And not just couples, I reckon; it applies equally to all ki...
