"Was Mrs Smith allone after all? It'll take a welsh-irish bond to solve the case"
Bronwyn would never admit it openly, but as she sat down across from her boss in his office, she winced a little. The night's marathon had left her with more than a few sore muscles.She had showered at Ciara's place...
"Was Mrs Smith allone after all? It'll take a welsh-irish bond to solve the case"
It was well after ten when Bronwyn knocked on the half-open office door. They had agreed to meet later, and Bronwyn had taken the opportunity to tidy up a few things at home before packing up her files and notebook...
"Old-school Hardboiled Crime Fiction (and Sex) Imitation"
I saw her enter the office as if through a cloud of smoke. She moved towards my desk, a vague spectral figure in burgundy, her heels clicking against the cheap tiles, and I decided it was probably best to extinguish...
"“We reveal more of ourselves in the lies we tell than we do when we try to tell the truth.” — DOROTHY SALISBURY DAVIS"
The Princess of Wales paused; her eyes sought out the Netherlands’ Ambassador. Having sighted his supportive smile, she concluded her speech:“The exhibition’s highlight is the two Vermeer paintings I’ll now unveil. The one on your left is a delight, the...
"Are there any innocents left in the city of sin?"
The Mojave DesertThough thought to be arid and lifeless, the Mojave held many secrets. With Vegas and its outwardly spreading fingers, it served a purpose: to contain the city's sins and hide the evidence. However, for whatever reason, the desert coughed...
"A teen becomes an unexpected investigator."
Stepping off the bus, Mia noticed that the students who had arrived before her were all crowded around the pedestal of their school mascot. It is a colossal bronze statue of a hellhound on a block of black granite. She...
"Chris, Music Producer hosts 'Legendary' parties for the select few but this time he gets a surprise."
“Eleanor!!”“Yes, Mr Harmon?” responded the slightly tinny voice through the intercom.“Can you bring in the guestlist for Saturday Night,” he released the speak button and knew once again that his 'please' hadn’t been transmitted.“As you wish, Mr Harmon,” she responded with...
"Chris and Tamara are on the hunt for his mystery 'Devil' woman"
“Yes” he answered simply staring at her dribbling pussy before him.“Good” she replied and placed the replica of his cock on his sternum before she raised herself up and eased the tip against her vulva. She sighed loudly as she...
"Chris has run out of suspects and decides one final look at "The List" is worth his while."
I sat in my office looking at my smartphone. “The wonders of technology!” I smiled to myself. It was simple really and even though I was frustrated that my keen intellect hadn’t been able to work out who ‘Buttercup’ was,...