Hey everyone! I just wanted to say thanks for the positive feedback from the first part of this story. If you haven't read the first part yet, please do. This story picks up where the first one left off. It took me awhile to decide how to write a second part with the same slow burn and sexual tension that I love about new relationships. I hope you guys like...
"So," Amelia began as her and Sophia sat down on the couch, "did you find a quote that was to your liking?" Restrained techno music played in the background, surrounding them without suffocating them. The light from the dining room cast a warm glow into the living room where they were sitting. As the two girls got comfortable, Estelle appeared from the kitc...
"Now where was I?" Cassie asked. "Oh yeah. So your mom had just said I looked good enough to fuck, which, I've got to tell you, sent a little jitter through me. I mean my pussy's practically dripping I'm so excited. I can already smell myself, and I'm wondering how long before she catches on. I know I've got to make my move soon, but I'm so incredibly nervou...
"God, I've got to pee," Dina Nouri said. "Find a bathroom with me." "You don't need me to help you find a bathroom," Jennifer Gordon said. "You haven't had that many rum and cokes." "I might. This house is even bigger than mine. Besides we can share a smoke and you can tell me more about what happened at the doctor's office." "I already told you everythin...
Brandye and I had moved back to Philadelphia after a two-year stint in New York City. Moving around was driving me nuts. Every year or two, we moved. Usually it was a huge move, to another city, cutting ties, etc. It had been almost six years now that we'd been together and we'd moved five times. I hated moving. I absolutely hated it. But we had settled into...
Abby had just moved into this apartment building about six months ago, and was just about settled in. It was a pretty quiet building, no noisy neighbors, no late night parties. Most of the people who lived there were young single professional types like her. The one great thing about her apartment was her downstairs neighbor. Gwen was maybe five or six years...
by Danielle Roget as told to BrettJ © 2007 * My goodness, that was a night to remember! Oh, I'm being rude. I'm Danielle. Danielle Roget, some of you might have read the stories of my lovers, Racquel and Zara, in other installments. The three of us, plus our friends Jennifer, Denyce and Tobi, form what we've christened "The Stiletto Club", so-named for ou...
PS: My thanks to the lovely lady who gave me the inspiration for this story, you know who you are. * I was just finishing up brushing my hair before bed, and decide to log onto the internet before I went to bed. I was so thrilled when my parents bought me a computer for my birthday the month before. Right after my friends found out that I had the internet...
Thank you for your patience! This one took so much longer than I expected. This story does move slower than a lot of you would like. Do let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy! - The next week flew by. Heather was overwhelmed with work and had little time for anything else. On Monday she barely got to wave at Vanessa across the office floor. Her day was...
Author's Note: All characters are at least 18 years of age, so there. CHAPTER 2: The Long Dark Bus Ride of the Soul In the back seat of a school bus headed from one of the city's Catholic high schools to the other, Megan Orr was starting to get seriously hot and bothered. She'd just gone over every detail of what had been the hottest sexual experience she'...