Criminal love story Stories

“Frankie, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” I asked myself out loud, longing to hear any other fucking human voice. Or anything. Something was off with this island. It was too god damned quiet. I was running medicine, bought at Canadian wholesale prices for pennies and sold by the ‘off books’ pharmacies for cheap. I make a mint and the poor American saps don’t have to pay no fuckin’ huge copay. Everybody wins....

The moon reflected in your eye Through candle smoke when candles die, Your footsteps on the silver sand, The silky skin of your supple hand, The mystery in your tender sighs, That delicious cleft between your thighs, The quiet music that you make, The passion that you never fake, Your warm caress, your long, cool kiss, The way you bring orgasmic bliss, Your dark cascades and swaying breasts, Your artful mind that never re...

All Fool’s Day. 1890 It was a memorably raw winter’s night. The sun had slid below London’s dirty river and the only light I could see beyond my basement window was the diluted glow of the constable’s brazier. It warmed him and melted the frosted cobbles around his black leather boots. I envied him the comfort of the glowing coal, but not the grim streets he patrolled. We hadn’t yet shaken off the desperate winteriness, e...