She climbs from the cab and as it drives off, stands swaying with fatigue. She is a pretty girl with long full brown hair, an exception of stillness in the crazy yellow of the street lights, in the shifting shadows and glares from headlights, in the din of engines, tires and horns. Three bicyclists barrel down the sidewalk shouting at her for standing so stu...
Tags: Romance; Loving Wives; Interracial Love; Light BDSM; Mature; Group Sex. Author's Note: This is my entry to the 2017 Valentine's Day Story Contest. I have less detailed sex scenes up front for character development. As the story continues the sex scenes will get much more detailed. If you like the story, please vote. My love and her gift Valentine's...
You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! ** Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall... —One Slip from Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason...
"Hi honey... no... I'm fine... really I am... Randy... Randy, don't cry... you know you can't come here... no, it doesn't make any difference that I'm the boss now... I know, I want you here too... I knew you were out of town and I didn't want you flying back when there was nothing you could do so I waited till you got home... yes you can kick my ass for it...
~~~~ Day 1 Saturday This business trip was going to be different I told myself. Ever since the company I work for had picked me to attend the annual symposium of financial planning put on by the prestigious McCormick Institute of Finance and Investments, I had been planning and preparing for this trip. I had worked long and hard to earn this distinction and...
I feel that I have finally arrived at the right place with this chapter after ten very long months of discussion, reading, researching, and writing. This chapter begins with a minor character who I introduced at the very end of Chapter 03. I would like to thank my editor. In the last few months, she has been a great help in the editing process and a sounding...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It is far and away my most ambitious work to date, tracing the metamorphosis of a young married woman from being a downtrodden wife, through a chance encounter, eventually into a spiral leading her into a world she had never dreamt of. I hope someone bothers to read it. My story begins in the following way, but that...
Fear isn't something I let control me. Sure, I'm not a bodybuilder, I'm kind of small for my gender, but I can handle myself. One on one. Being the target of a lynching had never crossed my mind until my girlfriend dragged me along to Las Vegas to attend a convention of the National Lesbian Alliance. I was thinking about this new-found fear when my girlfrie...
"The separation between past, present and future is only an illusion, though a convincing one..." - Albert Einstein. Feet tucked in close, she sighed, picked up the newspaper and looked over the front page, settled on a story and started reading. From time to time she picked up her coffee, took a sip, a little grin crossing her face here, the shadow of a...
© 2016 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Okay, this is my second entry for the 2017 Summer Lovin' competition and it looks like I just scraped this one in before the...