Jessica looked up the length of Melody's writhing body and smiled against the sopping warmth pressed to her face. Even in the gloom of her parked car, Jessica could tell Melody was flushed. Her eyes were screwed shut, and one of Melody's hands tweaked at her exposed nipple while the other was hooked in Jessica's dark hair. She was positively twitching with p...
David put two one hundred dollar bills in the caretakers hand. "Okay, now you understand, nobody is to be here. No groundsmen, no carpenders, nobody. I know you won't leave, and thats okay, but you don't breathe a word of what you see." The old guy nodded. It wasn't unusual for tennis players to want to practise in private, keeping their form a secret, es...
"This," thought Taylor Stuart as she dropped exhausted into the empty salon chair and ran a hand through her long waist length hair, "has got to have been the worst day of my life." Sitting back with her eyes closed, the twenty four-year-old brunette reviewed the events that caused her to make such a declaration. Her first disaster of the day had actually s...
Emilie Lagarde caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and liked what she saw. Dark-haired, slender, she was a classic example of Parisian chic- and devilishly sexy with it. Nineteen years old, she had just finished her first year at the Sorbonne, studying law more for the cachet of the degree than as a career prospect- for she knew she could rely on her...
Holly Maddox was infatuated by powerful women for most of her short life. She always admired the sort of woman who possessed the innate ability to frighten and intimidate people in any situation. Holly adored the sort of woman who didn't shy away from appearing strong and somewhat masculine to others. It was a bonus if the woman had the generosity to reveal...
The first fire drill of the schoolyear is always the most hectic at most middle schools simply because getting 950 children safely out of a building in an orderly fashion is not that simple. Such was the case at the Thomas Jefferson Middle School on this gorgeous September morning. As one of three guidance counselors at the school, Dana Deerfield was one of...
"Such a good girl, aren't you?" Her voice was as smooth as honey, slim fingertip skimming up the upper thigh of the woman bound to the bed beside her, coming away slick thanks to the juices flowing from her cunt, a whine slipping from her lips when fingers tickled at the sensitive clit exposed to her, legs tensing and pulling at the robes that had her spre...
[Author's Note: This story is dedicated to two very special people in my life that inspired me to start writing, and to push through the writer's block and continue. Although this story is not entirely dependent on my previous story, you should read the other for background information and continuity. I hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I enjo...
Vic stood alone in the bedroom, staring at the reflection in the full-length mirror as though taking notes. Dark hair, cropped close. Dark eyes, both by nature and by the distant look of loss in them. Full Mediterranean lips in an olive face. Torso covered by a black t-shirt. The leather jacket that went with it was thrown over a chair. Hips and legs clad in...
Six months had passed, and Phoebe had transferred to another office on the other coast. It was a beautiful Monday morning in June, sunny and warm but not oppressively hot. Brittany stepped out of the elevator in her olive green sundress and sandal wedge heels, a light layer of sweat from her morning commute helping the dress cling to her every curve. The tal...