Author's note: Sorry this is taking so long, but RL keeps interfering in my writing time. Also, I'm getting too wrapped up in plot to get to the "good stuff". * * * * * Tuesday - Chapter 1, Part 2 "No need to rush it, though," Colleen continued, "Just because she *can* take something that big doesn't mean she should." "Couldn't agree more," I said bright...
The lights swirled around and around the club. Whit had never been here before and had decided to check it out on a whim after passing another lonely night in her apartment. It had been six weeks since her husband had left her. Six weeks her bed had been a barren cold landscape with nothing to warm it but her. It had been the first time since she could remem...
The sight of Pauline lying prostrate on the couch was not very unusual. On these Friday or Saturday evenings, the three apartment mates would go off on their individual adventures, but inevitably would converge to this single scene. A sigh of tired resignation escaped the thin redhead, Hannah. Beside her, the more robust blonde slipped off her purse and appr...
Sofia Stefani was nervous. This was, after all, her very first interview for the Dixie Times. Her editor, Steve Lupine, was a grizzled old newspaperman who believed that new reporters learned from adversity. That's why she ended up having the 'honor' of interviewing Lt. Colonel Anne Kalloni, USMC, retired. Even by the demanding standards of the United State...
Why in the hell is my phone ringing at 7:56 on a Saturday morning? As I reach for the phone, I see Celia's smiling face taunting me on the screen, "Do you know what time it is?" She laughs and says, "Of course, I do, love! It's shopping time so get your lazy ass out of bed! I will be there in 30 minutes, and I am bringing coffee!" Ugh! Does she not know...
Part 5 The next morning I woke up around ten. Was there coffee strong enough to battle my hangover? Probably not but I put on a pot anyway. While it was brewing I cleaned up my kitchen I started by throwing the burnt chicken away, pot and all. I loaded the dishwasher and straightened up everything we had used the night before then poured myself a large cup....
I Hey! My name is Nikkie and this is my first erotically minded story . I hope you all like it and please leave your notes as to what you liked and what you didn't like, but just keep it constructive If it's liked (or at least not passionately hated), I might write another . Thank you and enjoy. :-) * I could feel that cold, smooth, hard surface behind me....
When I am on stage I feel like I am in vacuum. My fellow dancers almost seen like they are surreal, the audience is dimly light to the point that they are blurred faces. I often feel like I am alone moving with the music, feeling it's vibrant impulse on my body. My senses are alive; when it is going good I feel it in my heart. A feeling of completeness a fee...
The air had become thick with cigarette smoke and I struggled not to cough. I wore my blonde hair in a chignon and a sleek, red dress clung to every curve of my figure. I avoided wearing too much make-up, preferring to accentuate my best features: my eyes and my lips. I’ve always looked forward to a round in the casino. It brings me closer to my father, wh...
SEDUCING SHEENA I am Natasha. In 1999, I was a young, 19-year-old spoilt brat, working in a multinational company as a front office receptionist. The only reason I got the job was that the HR guy liked my boobs and I agreed to go out on a date with him. Sheena worked in the accounts department of the company. She was not very beautiful but had a body to di...