Hello, dear readers! I'm glad to see some of you understand exactly where the main characters stand. I wasn't sure it would go through to you since I've chosen a construction that might be a bit confusing for some but your feedback reassured me. Please enjoy third and last installment of Shanelle and Anne love story. xo ******************** "Hey, Mar...
The first part of our story introduced us to eighteen-year-old Skyler, who wondered if she might not be frigid. None of her relationships with boys or men have given her that sense of giddy excited ness that she sees in all of Syler's friends. Even the sex the auburn-haired teen has had has left her with the feeling something was missing. And then she rando...
Author's note: As you can probably figure out yourselves, English is not my mother tongue, so please don't be too harsh with criticism on that front. Constructive criticism on the storyline is always welcome. ***** On the outside, the hotel looked traditional, as if it was a small, family-owned business in the outskirts of the town. It even had a front de...
Dean woke up at exactly seven o'clock, his mobile phone making a very soft 'chirp'. It was set to be off until seven in the morning. The sound had been a message being released. 'That'll be Debbie,' he thought. She usually texted early on Friday afternoon to set up a fucking session for the weekend. He'd been quite surprised not to hear from her. But before...
By the time Penny left the Zambesi dress boutique in city centre Sydney for the half hour drive back to her home in North Sydney on Beauty Point, she was completely physically and emotionally drained from her long day of sexual activities at the hands of the owner, Emily, and her beautiful assistant Amanda who had slowly and seductively introduced her to the...
Chapter One (September 1997) The sobbing was coming from room 443; Madhu's room. It just wasn't in Angie's nature to walk on by. Priests and Levites might have been capable of passing on the other side of the halls corridor, but she wasn't. She lightly rapped her knuckles on the door. No response. The sobbing continued. Angie rapped a little harder. 'Ma...
This is a love story. Thank you to Bob_Aganoush and Robert for their usual helpful comments. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events...
© 2007 by Penelope Street Even looking back, I remember the exact moment I first laid eyes on Andrea Marshall. I'm certain my heart missed a beat. Or two. I guess I didn't know she was different at that moment, but I still felt it. "Mrs. Larson?" she queried, rising from behind her desk to reveal a form that, even in an A-line skirt and tweed jacket, was c...
Day One Being the first to arrive, Megan had no idea when the others would show or who the others even were. Being first gave her the right to choose her own room, she assumed, but all three of the bedrooms were identical, absolutely identical, so she decided to hold off until the others arrived, in case they had a preference. Instead she explored the suite...
Note to readers: This event was related to me by Brooke and was asked to write about her sexual adventures. The name and events are true, the locations are changed for discretionary reasons. Please enjoy her tale. I've always believed things happen for a reason. From a time and age, when things like I've done already, most girls haven't even fantasized...