Gloria checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup was on -- the dark red lipstick looked sultry -- and her hair was radiant: She had had her thick, black curls cut and styled for the occasion. In the living room down the hall from her bedroom, she heard her four male lovers chatting with each other. Brian and Danny had arrived about half an hour ago. Stan and...
Cyra was dressed in tight black pants and a sleeveless tunic that accentuated the size of her breasts while staying loose around her midriff. Her daggers were sheathed at her hips, with a smaller throwing dagger in each of her black boots. She had her pale blonde hair pulled back tight in a short pony tail, and petite brown horns were bedecked with a golden...
She had smiled throughout the walk. Her clients were both kind women, well-versed in the arts of lovemaking, and nearly overly attractive to the elf. They'd shared many flirtations, grins, and a grope here and there throughout their journey from the Wyrm's Hide to the Dreaming Dragon. If she were to be honest to herself, Miria would have felt an almost siste...
Michael's worries are about to become real. * Note: I had not intended to make this a multiple part story, but to end it with the twist at the end of the first part. Due to the many requests for a righteous ending, I am adding two more chapters. This one will develop the plot further, and the final chapter will be the resolution ... whatever that might e...
42) One day I opened up my special e-mail account and there were two messages. One was from Tom Griffin's first wife. I opened up the e-mail. "Thank You! I just loved your present. I would love to meet you, whoever you are. Anxiously awaiting your reply. Mary." The second e-mail was from wife number two. It was short and sweet. "I knew he was scum, but...
Author's Note: Once again Tim413413 has proved his mettle correcting my grammatical ignorance and logic flaws. Thank you sir! * The new snow hung like frosting on the evergreens. It was simply beautiful. Last night's snow had refreshed the whole mountainside and the morning sun made it glitter. The air was crisp, but not overbearing. I could still breath...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN -- Wednesday Night Late Ten minutes later, I was in my big, soft bed, slowly stroking my finger through my pussy, trying desperately not to cum. I had been given strict instructions not to when I was sent in here. Jana was saying goodbye to Justin and shooing him out the door. It was taking forever. Finally, walked through to the bathroom,...
Vivian's POV Twenty-one years old and where did I end up? Vivian Addams was a damned rookie journalist. I was still a damned rookie after one year of my service in that pit of a paper, if you want to call it a paper. I was brought onto the tabloid newspaper called Moonlight News as an intern, that was a year prior. I got fed up with doing the damned typ...
Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie ***** The Fool Ch. 10 If she had wings. Although she had seen him several times with the inte...
Chapter 17. A Concert Pick-up I was at a Friday night rock concert at the House of Blues and as usual it got very crowded very quickly. I decided to head towards the back wall thinking that if I was not going to get a good view I would at least have something to lean on. I had just gotten to my spot when I was jostled from behind by a small redheaded woman...