Chapter 13 Sea Dreams at The Marina, Redondo Beach The silver-gray SUV pulled up to the door and William, one of the two security guards outside, opened my door. "Good evening, Miss Alessa. I hope you had a pleasant drive in." "Why, thank you for asking. It's been fine." Everyone had been so much nicer that evening, even more so than they usually were....
"The roads look like they're getting bad fast. You might as well stay here for the night." It was a reasonable statement of reality. Factual, logical. Looking out their front room window at the raging winter storm the last thing I wanted was to go out into the middle of it. However, the second-to-the-last thing I wanted was to encroach on their privacy. "I...
My mind raced. Could this really be happening? Was I really on top of Carrie, her legs wrapped around me, her fingernails digging into my back, our mouths pressed against each other, tongues dancing in unison? Did she really just admit to me that she was my slave, willing to do anything I wanted, anything I asked of her? It didn't seem possible. I broke off...
In Chapter One, I met an old friend, the object of many of my teenage fantasies, at a wedding reception. She was interested to learn that my wife, Mar, and I were open to sexual adventures with others, and suggested that we get together. I'd come to visit her, planning to stay overnight, and we'd already had some very hot sex, and I learned some things about...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ****** “Let her win.” Lexa softly but firmly ordered. Clarke linked a few times, unable to believe what she just heard, and then she frowned, “What?” “Clarke, you know I hate to repeat myself.” Lexa reminded her, before sighing and indulging her wife, “You should le...
Jake and Amanda's engagement party was just as boring as Zoe had thought it would be. The two of them were so... Pretentious. They made sure to mention how expensive their selection of champagne was, how they'd imported caviar from France and cheese from Italy. It was pretty safe to say that she was going to have to spend half a freakin' paycheck buying some...
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: What follows is a story of romantic sex, much centered around foot worship, between a woman much older than the young man she seduces. If you do not like stories of older women and younger men, do not read. If you do like them, please enjoy and vote accordingly and comment if you so desire Thank you) She saw him right away. Being observant...
AUTHOR'S NOTE ---- Ooh-er... Sorry it's taken so long folks. Real-life's been much busier over the past few months. If it's any consolation, this one's quite long, and there should be another story (though not from the garden) coming very soon... There's now just one chapter (hmm... maybe two TOPS) left until the end of the Garden series though! *********...
*************** Susan: I woke up in a huge bed in a large rustic looking bedroom. Maybe a log cabin. There was a huge painting of some old battle hanging on a wall. I was very confused and couldn't remember exactly how I had gotten here or where here was. I also had a bit of a headache and my pussy seemed very used and maybe filled with semen. Was this so...
The office was always quiet first thing in the morning. Even more so on a Friday. It was the most productive time of day as far as Jon was concerned. The repetitive grind of work was filled with pointless questions about tasks that seemed inherently mundane. However this particular Friday proposed being a little different. There was a big meeting today and...