Annabelle entered the small shop on Dauphine, east side of the French Quarter. A remote jingle announced her presence. An attractive clerk fussing behind the jewelry counter looked up. Smiled. Sparsely staged collections of couture dresses flanked the quietly hued space. Each designer's latest propped and lit like sculpture. Another patron, a tall, too skinn...
A/N This is the sequel to my story "primal lust". If you haven't read that story yet I suggest you read it first as I make many references to it in this story. Please enjoy. ***** "You have one new message," the answering machine was the first thing Jenny checked whenever she got home. After the events of last years attack she opted to put off school fo...
Hatter was unusually excited. Today was one of the highlights of the season and as usual most of the elite of Wonderland would be wearing his latest creations. Haute Couture was his livelihood and the annual event that bought all of society together dressed in their finest meant a payday that would ensure an adequate supply of both Darjeeling and perfumed as...
Education is still of utmost importance. Indeed, I'm sure that many of you who are currently reading this work are taking a well-earned break from your studies. So, if you're a history student this will be a busman's holiday. As you should all be aware by now I've been doing my bit to spice up your sex life during lockdown with some role play. Now you can...
Arjak shielded his eyes from the great fire in the sky as he gazed across the sandy wastes of Vol'dun. From his elevation, he could make out innumerable ruins scattered across the landscape, a tragic reminder of the Zandalari Empire's former prosperity. He, like many of his kind, considered this land to be cursed. Any who dared to set foot in this desolate g...
The next morning was spent out on the patio, a large umbrella protecting my Aunt's vampire skin from the morning light and me sitting face to the sun absorbing it. My aunt set a photo in front of me on top of my coffee and pointed to it. The photo was split into three sections, each holding a photo of three very beautiful vampire girls, all my age or close t...
It's your girl, Imani and I'm back y'all. It had been three weeks—three weeks since my boy Zaire and I did the damn thing, fucked, made love—whatever term you want to use, that's what we did in the middle of his doorway. Zee rocked my world that night and what made it even more delicious was that his girlfriend was asleep upstairs the whole time. It was cra...
As he slowly came to, Bobby could hear the beeping of a machine beside him. Everything was incredibly blurry and it was taking awhile for his eyes to adjust. He saw the figure of a woman standing in front of him, she rushed over to his side and he could feel the touch of her warm hand against his forehead. "Bobby it's me...it's mom." She said, her voice full...
I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 2), I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: DYNAMO KIEV v CHELSEA The thirty year old Ukranian international footballer watched transfixed as Lydia Keith removed her tight tweed skirt, and watched as its silk lining slid over her sheer stockings to her ankles. He puffed deeply on his cigar as he watched her perched on the end of the bed. The merino wool polo neck clung tightly to h...