My dear brother, Wow. Jerrod sounds like a peach and a half. Going to work with an ex-pirate, bro? Really? I taught you better than this. Full pirate or bust! But seriously, you are getting in so over your head, I can tell, and half of me just wants to sit back and watch the railwyrmwreck. But the other half of me is kinda scared shitless for you. So let m...
You told me to dress nice, but comfortable, and to make sure I was ready by 6 pm, at least that was what your note said when I woke up this morning. I puttered around, doing odds and ends and other chores. I decided to splurge and call the day spa by the house and they had a quick opening. I only had time for a mini facial, as I listened to quiet music whil...
Winter set in with a vengeance the city was shut down as Thomas and I was preparing for the next case. Having to stay at the office because of weather conditions we had been together almost twenty-four hours a day. I took the opportunity to get the shawl laid down upon my sofa. "Abigail are you awake?" Thomas asked quietly. "What time is it Thomas? It seem...
Frank is my little 80-year-old neighbor at the cottage. His wife passed away a long time ago and he spends most of his days alone. A month or so ago Frank watch as I had sex with several men, including the neighbor's son that lives on the other side of my cottage. When he approached me about it, I ended up letting him eat me out and fuck me. I also gave him...
RedHairedandFriendly © Author's Note: The following is the last installment for Cecilia's story. Cecilia is one of the twelve princesses that were covered in the chain story "Enchanted Twelve". This chain story was inspired by the fairy tale: The Twelve Dancing Princesses and it was started a long time ago, in 2008, but due to personal circumstances it was...
This is fiction any correlation to real people alive or dead is purely happenstance. **************** I set out that predawn Saturday morning to do something drastic. I drove the 20 miles to the coast in the darkest cloud of depression. It was the bleakest month of the year, January. I had been severely depressed for months. Never in my thirty years had...
My Jim will be home soon. He still works. One last look in the mirror. Hair: perfect. Makeup: subtle. Halter top: yummy full. Pencil skirt: wicked snug. Legs: smooth. Open toe three inch heels: sexy. Gold hoop earrings, gold necklace, diamond and gold wedding rings: Elegant. I'm forty two. Five seven. Dark brown hair in a short do that just covers my ears....
Michelle and I were still in bed when the sun had made it a quarter of the way up the bedroom wall. I was on my back and she had curled up beside me, looking quite content with the lynx coat draped around her. Erin, our hostess, was nowhere to be seen. I strained to listen over the muffled street noise but couldn't hear any movement coming from the first flo...
My new BootBoy was standing with me near my rack of slutty spike-heeled thigh high boots, and I had just informed him that I was going to tease him with all of them, showing off for him in each and every pair of boots I owned! We had been having a nice discussion about the seductive nature and feminine power of boots like mine, and we had each been slowly ap...
Marybelle Magnolia Blossom Rousseau was going home. It hadn't been a decision that she had made lightly as she hadn't been home since she was 17 years old. Plus --she adored her life in Los Angeles. She had been a wide-eyed teenager full of youth and promise when she had first stepped off the Greyhound bus in Hollywood for stardom. She turned her nose co...