"Come on, Dee! The story can wait! Single, hot, gyrating men cannot!" Cassidy Delia Bennett, Dee to her friends, grinned at Becca's daring comment. "Becca," Cassidy responded in her laughing voice, "They can all wait. It's not every year that the Miami Dolphins beat the New England Patriots!" Cassidy scribbled something onto the blue, tattered notepad she w...
When I first discovered what Kaylene did for a living, I was a little surprised. No, that's not true. When I first discovered what Kaylene did for a living, I was very surprised. I knew that Kaylene was a model of some sort, but I thought that she probably modelled for retailers' websites and catalogues and stuff like that. It never occurred to me that ......
[Author's Note: Okay I must warn you this is an almost fan-fiction. It was inspired by Kalamazoo707's Sinclaire stories. I hadn't originally planned on posting it because I wasn't sure about it, but since I owe you guys, and this was just burning a hole on my desktop, here it is.] * "That bitch!" Dee said under her breath. She cranked up the car and the...
The wife is enjoying herself over dinner, looking at her instagram feed or twitter feed or something. Her mind is only half on her food. My mind is fully on her food, because most of my dinner derives from her food and has yet to arrive on my plate. I'm hungry, but she probably had a big business lunch. I've had a busy day shopping. I bought the hand tied sa...
Chapter One "I'm giving you the business, son." I stared at my father blankly. If the famous Carl Rayburn, founder and sole proprietor of Carl's Cuties Slave Emporium, had turned green and grown two heads, I might have managed a word. But this -- stunned silence. "Oh, yeah, it's a done deal. All the t's are dotted and the i's are crossed," my father chuck...
"Jack, I don't think this is such a good idea," Olivia said as they half-stumbled, half slid down the grassy, muddy embankment. Her high-heeled sandals and hot pink fishnet stockings were not made for a midnight jaunt in the old graveyard seven blocks from campus. Even if it was Halloween. With the street light and city bustle growing further and further b...
Jill and Roger were a bit breathless, crouching behind his car parked alongside the grass verge in the far corner of the car park. It was late evening, but high summer so that there was still a little light in the sky. As a pointless joke, they were hiding from friends they had just left in the clubhouse at the end of the evening. Jill’s heart was knocking...
by Phillip Johnson Chapter One Hundred Twenty Four Over a year had passed since they had been to Discovery and the four of them got together for an early Saturday dinner. Layla mentioned that she would have a few days off starting the next Friday through the following Monday and she said, "I really need to get away. The last two months have been wicked."...
I regret the weeks it has taken me to post chapters in my "Sheila" series. I gather from certain E-mails, the loss of a significant number of votes, and being dropped from favorite authors lists that I have tried the patience of some readers and lost the attention of others. Of course, maybe the reason for the drop-off in interest is simply that the story su...
This story has some build up. ***** As a kid, I had it all. My father always gave me everything I wanted as soon as he could get his hands on it. I remember wanting a car for my 16th birthday, knowing my father would get me something, but something not super flashy. On the morning of my 16th, he pulled up into the driveway with a brand new Bugatti La Voitu...