Peeping tom

The detective pressed his ID against the spy-hole of the door and announced his name and rank clearly and decisively. “Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?” The door opened slowly[…]

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A night of dancing

Slowly making my way across the crowded room to you, feeling your presence more than seeing you. Finally I am standing in front of you, feeling you eyes trace up my skin, the bare feet[…]

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Mages' pratice

Sorry for the last one writing on a phone and writing on a laptop are two different things, especially if the keyboard on a phone is incredibly small. Anyway this is going to be a[…]

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Saturday night out

Giada fidgeting with her short dress, clearing her throat uneasily as I sat at the bar. Men were staring at her. The dress I sent her is very short and the sharp, lethal looking stilettos[…]

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Research library

Fbailey story number 396 Research Library When I retired at sixty-two I decided to research the area when I lived and to write a comprehensive book unlike any written before me. It combined several of[…]

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A night out

My wife and I took the week off from work so we could spend quality time together. We decided we would go out for dinner Monday night to a nice romantic restaurant. I am sitting[…]

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Stockholm – part 5

Day 5 The next morning, Madame X woke up Katie as she entered the room. “Good morning, honey,” the woman whispered in her ear before kissing her on the cheek. The captive smiled. “Good morning,[…]

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