Andy left immediately and drove the twenty miles to Danielle's apartment. When she answered the door, she greeted him a with look that was a mixture of fear and defiance. Andy was carrying a steamer trunk which he took into Danielle's bedroom where had her begin to pack it full of clothes that he selected from her wardrobe. He left almost all of her slacks a...
He shivered as he looked up. There, on the stair, slowly coming down, was a boot of shiny, scarlet PVC. The platform and high heel perfectly cradling the graceful foot, raising the arch, tipping the shin forward as the woman descended the steps. His eyes followed the long laces up her leg as she came into view, the top of the boot, a sheer, stocking clad kne...
Hilary was bubbling with excitement as she entered the room. "What has got into you?" Caroline smiled, hugging her friend and lover. "I am excited because we have been asked to join the local hunt!" "Oh..." Caroline frowned. "I am not into hunting, its a bit cruel." "Don't be silly, since the hunting ban they don't chase real foxes, they lay a trail for...
Legs. That was the first thing Yul remembered seeing when he came down into the dungeon for a late night cap. He had already had his meal, a nice, willing human girl, she had been tasty, but he wasn't ready to retire to his chambers just yet. As he went down the spiraling staircase, underground to where the Kindred fed and relaxed in peace he was immediately...
I worked for a small company when one day the owner stopped by my office to tell me that he had hired a permanent bookkeeper. Until then, the company had used a part-time bookkeeper that the owner would meet in the evenings to review the books. I was informed that I would have to share my office with the new person for the three days per week that she would...
Ian Abercrombie initially mistook Paz Duarte for an Argentine. At the time Argentina occupied his mind. Having never met any Argentines, she looked like he thought a woman from the Pampas should. Springy shoulder-length auburn hair fell around her square face. Hazel eyes did their utmost not to engage in any mirth yet tried mightily from bestowing too much...
I come into the bedroom. It's very dim with only sputtering candles for light. Your back is to me as you slide a Moody Blues CD into the player. 'Nights In White Satin' is starting to play. Justin Hayward is writing letters he'll never send. You are wearing a silky, loose-flowing long gown. It is just slightly see-through with accents of fine lace. The candl...
Skip Newcombe was waiting when his wife came home from work. All day long he'd told himself that when she came home, just for once, they'd sit and talk like a normal couple in their mid-twenties. He'd make her a cup of coffee. They'd talk about their day and relax. He'd be good, he'd be in control. He knew exactly when to expect to hear the sound of her key...
It was the last glass of wine that made me do it. I wasn't sure how I got into this mess, and had no clue how I was going to get out of it, but here I was and here she was. I was an extremely married man, but it seems that my right hand had developed a mind of it's own and had independently slid itself up the inside of Elaine's thigh until the edge of my p...
Tim was in the office late again tonight. He always worked late, which is why he was single. Not because of anything else. He just turned 48 and was in great shape. He is a very handsome 6ft man. He had salt & pepper hair, deep brown eyes and a smile that would melt the heart of any woman. Gwad he was yummy!! The thing he liked the most about working late w...