You enter the room quietly so as to not announce your presence. Silently you liberate my book from my grasp carefully marking my place before laying it on the bedside table. I look up at you with a question in my eyes but you shake your head no and put a finger to your lips signaling for me to not say a word. You climb into bed with me and straddle my h...
"Room 202...203...204...ah, 205, this is the one." The escort, Cheryl, found the Caller's room. A soft tap followed, and Kelly opened the door almost instantly. "Oh, a brunette, you're pretty cute." Said Kelly "I want to do this promptly." "Feisty aren't you" replied Cheryl, dropping her bag as she wandered into the room, before kicking off her stilettos...
If you looked up the word gifted in the dictionary, there is a half-chance you would find his picture there, young Aditya. Such a smart little boy. Such a good little boy -- one who learned to walk at five months, speak at eight, and to earn a mastery of the alphabet before the dawn of his second birthday. In fact, since the day of his birth onward, he had b...
I wish I would've said this in the first part, but this is going to be a very long series that will touch on some series issues. That being said, part 2 is rather long and still doesn't have any sex. There probably won't be sex until part 4 or 5. Sorry for that. But it's a slow burn romance with lots of build up. And since this will eventually be a 3 or 4 bo...
San Francisco, California. Friday, 8:00 PM. I'm wiping down the counters of the bar where I work, Nut Buster's, in anticipation of the Friday nightlife. I glance in the dirty mirror near the entrance to the kitchen with a yawn; I look like hell. I'm exhausted already, and my thin white muscle top has faint stains under the armpits. I'll throw on a flannel...
I moan as her soft, alabaster hands gently stroke my velvet thighs. The silk sheets are cool on my back, sliding across my skin so sensually. Her hair drapes across my legs, tickling my tender skin and heightening every touch. Then, something snaps. I hear a small gasp as I roughly pull her face to my opening. She pushes her hands off my thighs and flies...
I would recommend reading "Roman Holiday" and "Women's Health Issues 101" as this story assumes you are familiar with the plots and characters. If you aren't, this story will seem like an awful mess. Crossover stories are always tough. "Mork and Mindy" meet "Happy Days", "The Harlem Globetrotters on Gilligan's Island", that STUPID cartoon where Batman was...
The date seemed doomed to failure from the get-go. Not only was it a blind date, already diminishing the chances of the dates success, but it was a blind date at a noisy restaurant; noisy restaurants are not conducive to good conversation, which is key to a successful blind date. That being said, Alice had to fight a mental battle on whether or not she was e...
Joanna slipped off her strappy heels and padded across the entrance halls thick carpet toward the lounge in her stockings. She rubbed the back of her neck as her lilac Laura Ashley, custom made sofa cushions engulfed her welcomingly. Her head swam slightly from the wine and as she propped a throw cushion behind her head, images of Louisa from the evening...
Feodor Romanov was about as far removed from his namesake and cousin, the Tsar Feodor Ivanovich whom I had met in Moscow, as it was possible to be. Where the latter was gentle, diffident and uncertain, Romanov radiated energy. He was tall, handsome in a severe sort of way, and altogether an impressive figure. But the two men had something in common beyond th...