The patter of rain on the bedroom window awoke Emma. She groaned, turned over in her bed, and looked at her clock. It was only 5:30 in the morning. She tried to go back to sleep, still having another hour until her alarm went off, but it was no use. She was awake now. She got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, where she made herself coffee and a toasted b...
You looked beautiful in a new dress that flattered your curvy figure -- black, short sleeves, knee length and a bit flared at the bottom. A scoop neck was classy, but revealing. Your bronze-brown hair was hanging below your shoulders. I had trimmed my beard, shaved my head and was wearing a new suit and tie you picked out after I lost 15 pounds -- not bad f...
Calliope explained that there had been a fresh influx of slaves at the market, and that she liked to choose those for the Seraglio; she suggested that I might enjoy the trip, saying it would be a treat. Since arriving in Istanbul, I had not left the Topkapi Palace. As it was the size of the village I had spent my life in, plus some, that was not quite the h...
It all started at a sleepover. The two girls had been best friends forever, since the third grade when Alex met Dana on her first day after she moved. The two made a natural pair, and aside from playing soccer, they were girly girls who loved shopping, getting their nails done and dressing up. They had their ups and downs as a duo, but managed to stay frie...
When I arrive in my favorite place, I revel in the sweet smell of fruity alcohol and the pleasant sound of smooth jazz permeating the room. I quietly walk along the corridor between tables, dodging scantily-clad servers carrying platters full of food and drinks. As I approach the bar, I get Melanie's attention and ask, "I'm supposed to meet Jess in fifteen m...
The Morning Run It was a chill spring morning when I met up with Melanie in front of her house, dressed in my black track pants and grey parka with a good pair of red running shoes. We had been confined to our homes for the last 2 months and it was really starting to take a toll on our sanity. Mel and I had met up over the last few days after we decided i...
I show up in high-waisted jeans and a cropped white blouse with a plunging neckline, an outfit designed to capitalize on my big, curvy body. She's already found us a place to sit, and she's bought coffees. When I get to the table, she gets up and gives me a hug. She looks hot. Zipper boots, high-waisted slacks that look painted onto her thickish legs, and...
Madame Lambert looked like the pictures one saw in the fashion news but she looked more tired in person. She was nearing 80 years old and the fashion empire that she had built was thriving but she was still active, creating new products and new lines of clothing. The reason I met her was that she was looking for an older model (35-40) to be the face of a new...
Helena and I rode in silence. My thoughts were back in the sacred space where Ana and I had loved so recently. I could still smell her, taste her. I wanted to be with her so badly that I ached. But duty called. My fate was not to be the concubine of the Padishah that those who picked me had planned; no, it was something far stranger, and more strenuous. I...
"I guess a vibrator helps when there's no boyfriend, I've been there myself?" The question came out of the blue, as I sat buttering my toast with Christa. She couldn't help but notice my embarrassment, as I blushed deeply. "Oh god, Becki, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I couldn't help overhearing last night." Christa and I had only work...