Chapter 7 The femme fatale club... Pete, now Mila, turned from the mirror, sashayed over to Tim in her short black sequence dress. Her hand glided to his crotch, gently squeezed that growing bulge. Tim looked down; saw the ruby red fingernails that matched the lips. He looked up just in time for her lips to meet his as she rolled those painted fingernails...
Beverly returned to the office at 2:30 and there were no messages for her. She though about Rex and the beautiful lunch she had spent with him. Luckily she didn't wear a lot of makeup because her face had been so covered with his cum that when she washed it off, all of her makeup went with it. She could still smell his cum as she sat down at her desk. She wo...
When the plane touched down, Beverly suddenly felt scared. No, she was terrified. What the hell have I done? Arletta’s voice popped into her head. I’ll tell you what you did. You got out of my control, you fucked a man, you participated in an orgy and now, you’re a kept woman! Beverly shook her mother free and smiled. Nope. I became a woman. But she was stil...
Chapter 9 - The Club (Part 1 was chapters 1 through 7 and Part 2 was chapter 8.) The room was dimly lit, much like any nightclub would be. The music was loud enough but not so overpowering that someone would have to shout to be heard. An old Linda Ronstadt tune, "It's So Easy" was playing. There were booths around three sides of a hardwood stage. Each one...
This story runs parallel to my "Night in Old Havana." There are several references to Characters and action in that story. * The line of cars snaked around the block. They were moving slowly as they discharged the occupants at the front of a repurposed warehouse. David Perry sat in the back of a car waiting his turn to exit. There was a marquee above the...
Ship's Doctor Beverly Crusher leaned forward in her chair and took a deep breath. "Go ahead, Beverly," Deanna Troi, the ship's counselor said. Deanna, being half betazoid, could sense something was deeply wrong with her friend. "Well, I'm not sure how to say it, Deanna. It's rather embarrassing" Beverly told her. Beverly's blue eyes darted around the room....
Beverly looked at Mr. Bridges as her wedding ring slowly dissolved in the liquid. She realized that she would have to call him Master from now on. He glowered at Beverly. "I see that you are learning. However, calling me Master and looking interested when I fuck you is not enough. You will come to love me and you will want to give me every part of your body...
I'm detecting a trend. This one is edited, again by the smartest, lovliest ladies on Lit. And this is not just my opinion. Enjoy. This is a pretty common theme. MM did it, several others have put their spin on it, Bigguy 33 was the most recent. This is my spin. ***** "Wait, what did you say?" Dave was in his wife's office. She was the head honcho of the d...
If you want raw, graphic sex, go to another story. This is romance, and also a sad story. ***** My wedding to Carla, my fair skinned, black haired beauty, was an event I will always remember. It was not just because I was publically committing to the woman I wanted to spent the rest of my life with. I hadn't thought about it while single, but on my wedding...
The bed in Beverly's dorm room was narrow. It forced their naked bodies close. That was fine with Les, it increased the intimacy. As they spooned together, Les's arm draped across her waist and fondled the bottom of her left breast. His face pressed into the hair at her neck and inhaled the wonderful aroma. His erect penis rested in the crack of her ass. Be...