Troy and Adele, both forty something and childless had been living happy but mundane lives with nearly twenty years in their current house. Troy worked from home administering properties they owned and Adele taught math in the local high school. One day, Adele arrived home from work looking unusually frazzled and Troy jumped up to make her a special coffee...
Author's Note: To all of the readers of this series, please be aware that there will be a slight shift in the usual sexual endeavors of our heroines. In the interest of creativity and uniqueness, there will be the introduction of torture for sexual gratification. This story is the intellectual property of its author. Please do not repost without written pe...
WEDNESDAY When working nights, one gets used to sleeping in as late as necessary. While working in the coffee shop, there was nothing worse than the feeling of waking up completely rested. That invariably meant that she slept through her alarm. Layla was alarmed to be thrown out of her dream by someone rocking her back and forth by her shoulder. For a mome...
Once upon a time, in the palace of the Sea King, a party was in full swing. It was the eighteenth birthday of the king's youngest daughter, Ariana, and every merperson in the area had come to celebrate. But Ariana wasn't enjoying her party. She preferred peace and quiet to the loud celebrations that often occurred in the palace, and usually managed to slip...
Note: This is the ninth installment of an ongoing series. Ariana makes her intentions obvious to Jack and Bethany. The walk back from the pool area was a combination of complete silence and shared anticipation. For the boys, Xander, Brian, and Nic, the prospect of the first game of the 11U travel season the next day was foremost in their minds. The pool h...
He smiled across the crowded dance floor of the multi-colored rave, his waistcoat open to show the silk t—shirt above the tight jeans, a beacon of lust. She smiled back, the raven hair and dazzling green eyes radiating sex above the puckered pursed purple and bubblegum lips. Ivory skin kept ballooned with a corset tied in barbed wire, the fulsome roundness m...
Author's note: I have decided to continue one of my favorite series, For the Love of Botany. It has been a long time since I have added anything to this tale and only recently have found the inspiration to do so. I hope there are still some of you out there who have enjoyed the different tales that encompassed the series. I am always happy to hear from someo...
A/N: Hello loves! How are you? I hope you are all well and enjoying the warmth of spring as I am. Thank you for all the wonderful feedback. I read every comment and every email and take everything you say into consideration. I love to hear from you and the best way to send me anything is definitely via email, so keep it coming. Now...Some people have express...
/* */ Ariana yawned as she closed her binder, finally finishing the shitloads of bookwork assigned by the ascent teacher. With nothing to do (her homework having been finished earlier) she absentmindedly looked up at the substitute teacher. Mr. Clerk was a large and well-built man. His attractive muscles were outlined through his neat work clothes...as was...
Ariana woke with a start, Patrick still asleep beside her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed to get up. He woke up, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her back into bed. She put up a half struggle, not so much trying to break free as playing along. She secretly loved his strong arms around her, making her feel safe and dominated at the same t...