Prologue She had been one of the lucky ones; it never really happened in anyone's lifetime but Natalie Scott had found love twice in her life. Two amazing woman that loved her without any prejudice as to who she was, but for all that she was. It was through those tough times in her life, she had always made herself the worse version of herself and these two...
Aud still lay healing, fitful sleep doubtlessly disturbed in frustration at reconciling herself to her new station as a slave. I could never accept such a thing myself, but a werebeast's needs are different. Like Haydee, the selkie craved her gilded cage deeply, far more deeply than freedom. Maybe even so deep that she could deny it to herself, even as she e...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...
This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Dark Pleasures". While it can stand on its own, the reader will get some background and perspective by reading that story before this one. This is also my wildest and longest held fantasy. It's one that I'm pretty sure will never be fulfilled, so I've written it down to give a little "life" to it. Hopefully you'll enjo...
Many thanks to Angeline for proofreading and helping me edit this wonderful story and to -phreak and Mythical_ for their comments on the rough version. I hope everyone enjoys this. It's the first story I've managed to finish in over three years. Please read, enjoy and vote. Thank you. * Kayley Jeffers was, for all intents and purposes, just your average A...
Welcome, dear gals and pals, to your next helping of Smokey goodness, sunshine, warmth and love. (Technical note: This story, Saga #94, follows #92 ("Numbers"). I wrote #93 in between (my next odd-numbered and thus BDSM-flavored story—which is not "Seductress," it's a different one), but have elected not to publish it. So on we go, and now that that is out o...
Warning: This story is about domination of black women by a white woman in a non-sadistic context. If you feel offended by the theme, please don't read it. However, the author would like to state that she has not written a political essay, but only a piece of fiction. * Eva Alpers had reached her thirty-first birthday two weeks before and was feeling fed...
Chapter Seven 'Oh my,' Victoria sighed, lying flat out on Heather's king-sized bed. 'I'm glad we didn't wait for that.' Heather untangled their legs. They were both drenched with sweat and passion but the smell of them wasn't unpleasant. She'd always liked the smell of urgent sex. Not to mention the salty-sweet tastes with their undertones of honey. 'Wha...
I knocked on the door, lightly, hoping against hope that it would not be answered. Cindy greeted me, smiling sweetly, with a typically unaffectionate kiss on the cheek, then took my coat and placed it in the closet. She turned back to me and smiled again, but this time it was one of her phony half-smiles that were always trite and contrived. She was wearing...
It was already starting to heat up outside, even though it was a quarter after seven in the morning. The air conditioner had been running off and on most the night, keeping the house at a comfortable seventy degrees. Outside, it was warmer. Ann had opened the front door, and was standing on the porch, looking out toward the east. The sun had risen, but it ha...