Yasmin Sharif knew that Stephanie Claude was trouble the moment she walked into the Little Mogadishu Restaurant on that particular Tuesday evening, sauntering in with a bright smile and confident stride, like she owned the place. The young Haitian Canadian woman had that unique swagger common to those gals from the City of Montreal, Quebec. A style, confiden...
AWO13. – Setting in The day at Rowena's office had been exactly the start that Anne had been dreaming of... A real kick! The perfect combination of feelings ranging from total submission via respect and admiration to the enjoyment of being able to provide ultimate pleasure and satisfaction. She felt utterly dominated and exploited by someone who genuinely a...
"Excuse me, is this the room for the aerobics class?" asked a soft musical voice from behind Karen. "That it is," Karen said as she started to turn around. "In fact, I'm your instructor, Karen..." The dark haired woman stopped in mid-sentence as she turned and looked into the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. They belonged to an oriental girl ab...
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I'm the first to admit its not much of a pub. It's certainly not one of those raucous city centre places, full of drunken yobs and tarty girls every Friday and Saturday night. I'm sure they make loads of money, but I couldn't stand the hassle. Neither is it one of those twee and charming country pubs, that fill with twittering yuppies at the weekend, out for...
This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover' and it will make little sense unless you have read the first part. To Recap: Milly's wife, a police officer, was killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, provided comfort through Milly's grief. The following year Fiona decides to study at university, near to Milly's home and spends a lot of time...
01 – A personal meeting A warm breeze came up the rugged mountainside from the sea and filled Anne's thin white blouse like a sail to lightly caress her tanned body as she walked over the terrace to her recliner under the huge parasol. She sat down with a dark yellow drink in her hand, enjoying the smell of warm sand, sun- baked rocks and salt seawater. Th...
"Are you having a good time?" the young actress whose name escaped Jane at the moment asked. "Oh I'm having a really wonderful time," Jane replied with a broad smile. "I guess something like this is really old hat to you," the actress went on as she gestured to the large crowd that filled the even larger garden where the party was being held. "You must've...
Prologue The first time I saw Jane, Gerald, and Natalie was at Orient Beach, a clothing-optional beach on my home island of St. Martin where we had taken my brother-in-law Phillipe and his daughter Eleanor for a swim. The three Americans, nudists from Florida, were sunning au naturel. Eleanor struck up a conversation with Natalie, Gerald’s daughter and Ja...
"I'd Love to Fuck Your Brother." I swear she said that just to fuck with me. It is November, and it is already ass-butt cold outside. The trees are bare, and their branches creak and groan like the groping grasping hands of a blind old beggar lady. We are playing pool in the upstairs room of The Brewery. All I have to do is sink the eight-ball to win. I scr...