Juliette held her daughter's hand while she drew the flower. "Flower," she repeated patiently. Simon smiled from across the too short table as he assisted his son. "Car," his deep, sexy West Texas drawl caressed her skin. Her nipples hardened inside her plain white bra. 'Get a grip,' she chastised herself. She had no business lusting after the super hot...
The sparkling Christmas decorations that adorned the thick columns of the White House's employee entrance sent tingles down the spine of Syria Ngabo as she nervously made her way into the most recognizable residence in the world. "You've come a long way... Damn," the 23 year old fitness trainer gasped to herself as she tapped her fingers against the plasti...
The pair shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. Going to marriage counseling was tough-enough as it was, but this is ridiculous. First of all, their "friend" had neglected to mention that the councilor was a lamia, something you would think probably should have been mentioned earlier. Secondly, that fucking smile she wore was far too creepy for a therapist....
Note: I got a surprising amount of Alistair-hate after the last chapter. As a result, I wrote a side story from Alistair's POV called "Regrets" – please read that before you read this. It will make so much more sense! ***** Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Nine: *Apologies and Indiscretions I spent the night crumpled in the hallway, right where Alistair left...
It was the spring of 1995, I was 18 and growing up in suburbia. I was walking down the tree lined street with shaded sidewalks heading to the store to pick up some snacks. The street was long and straight and the tall Oak and Maple trees were just leafing out. It was a sunny but chilly day after rain had fallen the night before and I avoided the worms that h...
This all started before we married and how we came to discover our true needs. For those annoying sticklers about semantics please notice this is the best category fit for this story from the available choices on this site. I woke groggily, for a moment forgetting the event of the night before but as I felt the hardened crustiness around my mouth it all cr...
In my mid 20s I learned to embrace the fact that I am a slut. I mostly did this by taking control over my situation and enjoying myself. Up to that point I had stumbled around and had whatever sexual experiences had come my way but at this stage I started to actively pursue the things I was keen to experience. The biggest one of these was Domination. I had...
This story contains pervasive same-sex action, cuckolding, and rough sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please feel free to pass over it. If these things do tickle your fancy (or something else) please feel free to leave a comment or send me a message. 8. After breakfast Jack spent his morning cleaning his sheets and swimming. The exertion made his mu...
Do you do extras? My new career as a photographic model offering more than modelling A note from Christina. This is a trip down memory lane for me as it all happened nearly thirty years ago. Oddly it is happening again right now! Enjoy. C x * It was probably the most intimate moment of my life. Certainly it was amongst the most erotic and without doub...
A Weekend With Bili Friday Evening: That she had been attracted to him for many years was no secret. In fact, the only thing that had kept them from getting together was her fear of his kinks. And, though she found many of his kinks to be arousing, she found many of them off putting, as well. The wine and food was excellent this night. They sat across fro...