She was in a place unfamiliar to her. The music was loud. The air was pungent with alcohol and sweat. It was dark, and stifling. How could anyone enjoy this? Yet, here she was. At 30 years old, Savanah had never been to a nightclub. She wasn't even sure what enticed her to go tonight. Married at 18, to the man who was supposed to be her one and only love,...
*please do not reproduce this story without the express permission of the author. Do not read if you're under the age of 18 or prohibited by local law. enjoy... I was 20 years old and getting ready to start an internship at an up and coming design house as part of my aspirations to become a fashion designer. I had never really heard much about Volupté o...
Meet Nadia Poisson, a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Jacmel, Republic of Haiti, Nadia came to the Canadian Capital to find a better life. In her native Haiti, Nadia was an accountant working for the City of Cap-Haitien. She moved to Canada after getting canned for criticizing a powerful gen...
Caren Yeager swung her 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL off the San Diego freeway and expertly gunned it towards her on the city's outskirts. She ran a leather-gloved hand smoothly over the gleaming wooden steering wheel and thought how superbly the black leather looked on the wheel, as if it belonged. Had her car been a Bentley, or a Porsche, even, such gloves woul...
Well I am back in Sweden now after my one-year au pair job just ended. I am writing this story to let off a little steam because if I don't "tell" someone or something what happened my head is going to explode. I hope it makes sense as I write it but it might seem a bit dis-jointed. What happened to me in America wasn't the worst thing that could have happen...
What turned out to be one of the most unforgettable, shocking, and delicious nights of my life almost never happened. As the head of the Freestyle Skiing Association of Canada came up to the podium to introduce the Tremblay sisters on stage, I applauded with everyone else. But I was thinking about what an enormous hassle it had been to get these three girls...
As Jillian leaned forward to suck on Abigail's breast, her tshirt rode up, showing the back of her bikini briefs, not that anyone was watching. They sat in silence, broken only by gulps from Jillian. Abigail closed her eyes and swallowed, relaxing and trying to put the craziness of this out of her mind. Daniel, her 42 year old husband was out cold as he usua...
I started this out as an exercise in writing in the first person and it sort of developed in to a cute story. I just want to point out the grammar is intentionally odd to emphasis Kat's way of thinking. Sasha's sentences are deliberately mashed to stress her accent and the Russian words are spelt as they are pronounced. Pleases note this is a work of ficti...
Twenty-eleven hours, I looked at my watch as the metal walled box I was travelling in shuddered to a halt in a series of heart stopping jerks, to the accompaniment of frightening bangs and clanks. The lights dimmed, only the emergency lighting remained on, the elevator was stuck somewhere between the twenty-fourth and twentieth floors. Adrenaline coursed thr...
Melina Wilder hated airplanes. Even the touted luxury of Business Class was torture next to the ecstasy of using her own wings. Unfortunately, she couldn't fly from Vancouver to Ireland without the benefit of a jet. She had been tempted to try it, though. A curse had left her and her siren sisters wingless except under one condition—sexual encounters with o...