Again many thanks to Starsky’s Strut for proofreading and correcting this double drabble; girl; you're just the best! :-)

This story was written purely for entertainment and is not for profit, and is not meant to trespass in any way on the holders of the rights to Starsky and Hutch.

Warning: Mild adult content


The red-haired woman lasciviously watched Starsky. After he had been swimming a while with his blond-haired friend, he got out of the water and walked towards his towel spread out on the sand.


He was attractive, manly, and suntanned. His swimming trunks tightly wrapped his body in the right places. He was just perfect.


Unaware of the pair of brown eyes watching him, Starsky stepped closer to the woman, picked up his towel and began drying his body and his dark, curly hair. Then it was when she got a closer look; when she was able to better appreciate how sexy he was.


He was slender, yet fit. His broad chest was covered by a soft layer of dark hair; his legs were firm and muscular. And just peeking into his deep blue eyes, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted nothing but having that man in her bed that night. To make love to him, run her hands over his naked body, kiss him, feel him inside her. Then, once she would savour all the pleasure she knew he could give her, she’d show him how close ecstasy and agony could be… before killing him.