tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92533272008-01-17T17:59:31.560+01:00Cybernestnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9253327.post-1101602526785805152004-11-28T01:28:00.000+01:002004-11-28T13:22:16.800+01:00

Tony stirred, coming slowly awake. He felt her warm body pressing into his back as he became conscious of a pleasurable sensation and of his arousal. “Good morning darling”, she drawled hoarsely. “You like?” she asked. “Ummm.. very much..” He mumbled in assent, feeling his stomach tighten ever so slightly, aware of a little remaining stiffness at the back of his neck muscles and somewhat of a

Cybernestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9253327.post-1101414470124991852004-11-25T22:06:00.000+01:002004-11-28T13:21:22.540+01:00

In a stylish second floor apartment, overlooking Main Street, not far from the Café Cecil, Paco Ramirez took a long drag of his strong Spanish ‘tabacco Negro’ cigarette and finished his coffee. Resting his elbow on the beautifully worked wrought ironwork of the balcony, he sipped his Fundador cognac as he watched the passers by below. The evening had turned cooler in this early spring, he was

Cybernestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9253327.post-1101320389149047132004-11-24T16:01:00.000+01:002004-11-28T13:16:48.513+01:00

She looked wonderful in her provocatively low-necklined black evening gown and light shawl when he collected her at Europa. She smelt pretty good too. Chanel he thought as the perfume drifted gloriously around them in the car on the drive back into Town. He had been a little unsure earlier, confused by the warm scent of the jasmine, appropriately named ‘Dama de Noche’ or ’Lady of the Night’

Cybernestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9253327.post-1101253446052731742004-11-24T01:36:00.000+01:002004-11-28T13:20:14.386+01:00

At 32, Tony looked good, his body taught, not over muscular, he thought as he towelled himself down in front of the long mirror. He kept himself very fit and had the typical, well proportioned figure of a good swimmer, as indeed he was. He swam and jogged regularly, still rowed at the Mediterranean Rowing Club when he could and played a decent standard of his favourite sport, Field Hockey,

Cybernestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9253327.post-1101148623394740682004-11-22T19:30:00.000+01:002004-11-28T13:19:09.560+01:00

The sun was still very hot on his back as it followed its daily path, just starting to dip behind the hills across the Bay of Gibraltar over Algeciras. The throbbing of the powerful Paxman diesel engines below purring now gently, as they approached the base jetty at Coaling Island in the centre of the enclosed harbour. Lt Cdr Anthony Valoris stood back relaxed, leaning to one side of the

Cybernestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9253327.post-1100984646045895872004-11-21T05:34:00.000+01:002004-11-28T13:43:13.073+01:00

It is April 1941. Since September of last year, Britain has been enduring the Blitz conducted by Goering’s Luftwaffe. Already, 43,000 have been killed across Britain and 1.4 million have been made homeless. Not only has London been attacked but so have many other British cities. Coventry and Plymouth have been particularly badly bombed but most of Britain’s cities have also been attacked –

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