"Ms. Steven's office." I stated flatly into the telephone. I was angry. A little over six months after I graduated college with a marketing/business degree and I was answering telephones for my boss, Amanda Steven's. "Ms. Steven's? Mr. Bremmer from Coral Pharmaceutical is holding on line six." I barked into the intercom. "Please take a message then come...
A cool autumn wind blew through the parking lot, rustling the pile of multicolored leaves that had gathered by the curb. The lot was nearly empty except for a few cars pulled together, music playing through the open doors. A small group of studs and femmes mingled around the vehicles discussing the argument happening in front of them. It wasn't often such a...
This story was co-written by Browncuriousity, please do not reproduce without author(s) premession. Evelyn Masters sighed as she cut across three lanes of traffic to get of at the Maple St. exit. More than one person was laying on their horn and giving her impolite hand signals. Thanks to her mother she had nearly missed her exit. "Evie girl can you hear...
Music plays such a main part in movies and our lives. With that said, if you'll humor me, I have some music suggestions to play as you read this story. The beginning accompaniment I thought of is Joaquin Rodrigo's Concierto de Aranjuez/adagio. A beautiful piece that conveys to me the meeting and beginning of a possible love. I'll make more suggestions as t...
I showered in a trance, my mind buzzing with all that had happened. I was drying my hair when Maria came into my room. “Have you been terribly bored?” she asked. “No…um…not at all,” I replied. “I had a bath and a nap.” “Well we have a few hours before the party…tennis? Swimming?” “Not tennis…I haven’t the energy,” I said. “OK, I’ll see you at the pool,”...
Author's Note: This story follows on from "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" but is meant to be readable in its own right (as have been all my tales featuring the delectable Angie). Please do not feel obliged to backtrack before finding out what the delightful, skin-headed nympho gets up to next. ***** Chapter One (27th December 1997) Saturday in the...
Author's Note: Thank you all for your patience; and your comments. All is appreciated and welcomed. And as is known by now, the story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot that I hope you'll enjoy. It's a patience-demanding piece and thus, some gratification is near but tantalizingly far away. Please, do check out the previous chapters if you want e...
******** See, this is one or the reasons that the timeline in this thing is a little tangled. This is set on the same day that Bobbi is out at LAX and in the evening will meet Malikah. Some of this recently appeared here in the Erotic Couplings category. I just need to get this section up to speed. If you've been following this, you might recall how Ma...
"It's Pippa isn't it?" I asked the young girl sitting at the other side of my desk. "That's right. Miss?" "You can call me, Diane." I said curtly. "I'd prefer going by Nikki though." She said somewhat confidently. "That's fine." I said. Most of the girls I worked with used aliases. I had expected Pippa to already have one. She was a hooker, and most of...
The tattoo started at the fat man's hairline and crawled laboriously over a thick skin fold before mercifully disappearing into the collar of the chauffeur's uniform. The design was as impenetrable as the man's guttural accent and Alice was thankful he had lapsed into silence. The limo had a faint odor of cigar dusting the cracked but highly polished leather...