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Wife Of A Mob Boss: Part III

"Marlene has stolen my heart, but they have taken Marlene. Now I'll do anything to get her back!"

Chapter OneThe Port of Miami was one of the busiest ports in the United States. It serviced thousands of shipping container freighters coming in and going out of the country. Tourists loaded up on seven different cruise lines. Lorenzo stated...

Forgotten Memories

"How much do you love them?"

Two lovebirds, holding hands, heads together, smiling into each other's eyes."She thinks he's her boyfriend," the director said. "At night, she goes into his room."She looked at me, no sign of recognition."Are they intimate?" I ask."Yes. Does that bother you?"That...

The Intern – Chapter 2

"Charlie gets a handjob in the bathroom from his boss and is instructed that if he wants more, that he needs to meet her the next day at the office."

My father had long ago drilled into me the idea that arriving 10 minutes early was on time and arriving on time was late.  Bree expected me at 10 am on Saturday morning, so I made sure that I would...

Stretched by a Stranger: A Husband’s View

"Returning home silently, a husband discovers a massive stranger stretching his wife to her physical limit. Frozen in the doorway, he watches."

The floorboards in the hallway didn't creak. I knew exactly where to step—a habit honed from years of coming home late—but today, the silence wasn't mine. It was broken by a wet, visceral schlick-thwack sound coming from the master bedroom....

Ex’s Mom

"A text from his ex’s mom leads to some naughty fun"

The bar was noisy, filled with the dull hum of conversation and clinking glass, but Dylan barely noticed. He swirled the ice in his rye and coke, already feeling blurry around the edges, his thoughts drifting to the night before,...

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The Listening Room

"In Cold War–era West Germany, a former Stasi operative working in a Kaiserslautern brothel spirals into paranoia as she realizes the surveillance state she fled now lives inside her own mind."

The brothel crouched on a quiet side street outside Kaiserslautern. Its faded yellow stucco melted into the perpetual Rhineland fog drifting down from the Pfalz hills. December 1982. West Germany simmered with unease. Reagan’s “evil empire” speech from March still...