It was 6 pm before Heidi even spoke to me, both of us working hard. As a supervisor, she sucked! She finally asked if I wanted a pizza delivered, she would pay. Well, Miss Cheapo was opening her purse strings. We agreed on toppings, probably the first time we've ever agreed, and continued to work till it arrived. Heidi went out, paid for it and took it to th...
Welcome! All characters are over 18. Thank-you to my muse for inspiring this story... As always, favorite, comment, rate...feedback if you dare.. thank you for taking a moment out of your life to read what flows through and out of me. *********** It started with a story. It started with an email. It started with desire. I often got feedback on the var...
What Is Love! Hello! My beautiful readers. This is the first time I am writing, so spare me with as much criticism as you all can. Thank you. ***** What is love? This question pops into every human's mind multiple times a day. Some people are happy to find true love, some suffer to find it whole life. But this word is not in my dictionary as far as I kno...
My name is Dena Raymond. I'm a tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. Life is okay for the most part. I attend Buffalo State, where I major in business. Just a young Black woman trying to make it in the big city, you know? Life hasn't been a picnic lately but I'm surviving. By the way, I am gay and having a devil of a t...
Meet Emmanuella Tilahun, a young Israeli citizen living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Tel Aviv, Israel, to an Ethiopian Jewish father, Raphael Tilahun, and an Italian Jewish mother, Isabella Tartaglia, Emmanuella Tilahun is the daughter of two unique worlds. Six feet tall, curvy and stunningly attractive, with light brown skin and c...
Disclaimer: All of the characters are over 18 and while I wish this were true, it is a work of fiction. Also, there is a story line to the romance, so if you're looking for a quick sex story to read, try another story. We ended up going to a local cocktail lounge I had learned about from some coworkers. We ordered our drinks (both margaritas) and we sit...
Chapter Eighteen (Monday 7th June 2010) Mary Rose wasn't answering calls tonight because she was in her trendy local wine bar, and in there mobiles were verboten. At the time it was a "London thing". Not that she'd anticipated being there and being incommunicado. Although she was by no means a stranger in that bar, her visits were relatively rare. If it ha...
It may have been December but it was still a warm day in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona. Natalie was on the way home from Christmas Shopping. It would be her first Christmas since her divorce. At fifty-two she was still attractive with dark hair and dark eyes. Even though it was a loveless marriage she still missed the fact that she was alone. She was a wo...
I recognized the blonde who walked through the door immediately, even though I had never seen her face. She smiled as she turned to look at me, and the smile grew as she passed by the row of gleaming metal barstools. We had spoken through e-mails and chat sessions for a couple of weeks, and that radiance had shone through like a beacon in her correspondence...
The question hung in the air of the loft like a big annoying, slightly under filled helium balloon. But instead of saying 'happy birthday', it said something quite different. "So, sisters huh?" Ava sat on the chair, legs crossed, sipping her coffee and looking every bit the naked sexy woman she looked like earlier. Except now she had asked a question I ce...