"Holly Van Slyke." I say the name over in my mind, committing it to memory, as I watch her tight, young ass wiggle right in front of me. "Little Dutch girl," I think wickedly. "Swiss Miss. Just look at it." Her back to me as she wipes oil from her hands, I lick my chops, pretending I'm licking her all over. My name is Dana Campbell, and I'm at a resort spa...
What are we willing to do when we can be someone else? Who are we able to be when no one knows who you are? Being in a strange place with no attachments can be very freeing. A limited time to be someone else, to explore the person you never were and always wanted to be. The only problem is, what if you fall in love while you're there? ***** A pile of cloth...
***Author's Note: It seemed that a lot of people didn't like the last chapter. I said it was going to be rough. Anyway, from now on I'm going to try to place the chapters into better categories. The last one probably should have been in Fetish.*** ***** Olivia couldn't sleep the entire night. She managed to sneak back into her room after her clothes and sh...
Chapter Six The Awakening The morning came much too early for Shea, she was mixed between two very hot wet dreams. In one she was with Trish following her sexual desires and in the other she was the object of desire being had by all three of the women that were controlling this circus. The hand on her shoulder shaking her genteelly was that of Wesley, usu...
Teresa Scalia: Barbara and Michelle Once Again Roxanne Starr the redheaded strip club owner, in her continuing efforts to become a legitimate businessperson, had expanded her lingerie shop. Leaving the small Main Street storefront, she left the quaint shop behind and moved the business into a standalone building adjacent to a large shopping mall. With nearl...
Dear Readers, I have had few of you say I have strayed from my original premise. Perhaps, but I had and still have no real plan. In reality, I simply sit down for a couple of hours every now and then and write another chapter. I know not where I go until I sit down and let my fingers lead me. The chapters and story just evolves. I rarely edit and never rewri...
"Your extra towels, Ms. Miller," she said, laying them neatly on the table near the pool. It was Kathleen's third day on the job. She was a maid for the upper class, and at the age of 36, her resume was already impressive. It included service for the financial elite, celebrities, and even a brief stint in the White House. Now here she was, working proudly...
Authors note: I am dislexic and have no proof reader. I make periodic passes to catch what I miss Wich is why there's not that much written yet. I am trying my best. Also I refuse to write out numbers. It's a thing with me. Why write "twentyfive" when u can just write "25". It's was the start of spring brake when 5 friends desired to have...
Anne slipped the tooth brush from her frothy mouth and spit, flashing the mirror in front of her an overstated, almost cartoonish grin. She turned her head side to side just a bit, checking her teeth, before her lips came back together in a smile. Bright blonde strands of hair peeked from under the thick towel wrapped over her hair. She straightened herself...
Gwen, dressed in just her charcoal sweater, knelt on Domenique's living room rug, her sweet round ass up, her smooth brown legs spread apart and her head nestled in her folded arms. She watched Domenique, still fully clothed, sitting on her chaise, sipping her spiced white wine, and roving her eyes covetously over Gwen's lovely contours. Gwen, her ass open a...