Wayne makes his move but makes the wrong move at the wrong time. "Aren't you going to invite me inside for, um...coffee?" As if he was locked out of her house and abandoned to wander the streets, Wayne looked behind her at her apartment while hoping for an invitation inside. Not interested in having a cup coffee, he was more interested in having sex. "Ins...
Demetrius' mind was spinning, a lot was going on, normally he had everything easily under control but what happened in the past day had completely unnerved him. Even now as he stood in the elevator on the way to his office he could feel her, he could feel Katherine's emotions running in the background. He needed to re-assert his control, it was similar to hi...
Author's note: This story takes place in the second half of Season 2 of The 100. Both the actresses and characters are over 18. ** Clarke Griffin had once known girls who dreamed about their wedding. Of the day itself and everything which came with it, including how they would like to be proposed too. Honestly she couldn't remember giving it much thought....
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
I swept my hand through my hair, yawning as I flopped on my bed. It was my last night of vacation, and I was burnt out. I had spent the day on the beach with my friends Shawna and Nolie. I'd spent a lot of my time running around with Clarke, to the point that I'd even forgotten that they were here with me once or twice. Shawna was one of my very best friend...
(You can use the Chapter Select option below to jump to particular parts of the story, or get a list of smut scenes.) “Have a nice day…” you mumble, your cheek resting against the pillow while your body lies limp in your bed. The woman on top of you, having just finished fucking you senseless with a strapon, rolls over and starts getting dressed. Before you’...
I am laying on a bed made of only wood and blankets. He is leaning over me, his hands wrapped around my long throat. I struggle, protest. There is no yielding in his hands. They are pressed against my airway and I struggle for air. I am in a professional touring company of Othello, by Shakespeare, playing Desdemona to my costar's Othello. I have spoken to t...
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, flipping through the bathing suits I had brought. Nothing looked good enough, not even the barely there golden brown bikini that I had brought at the last minute back home, but when it came down to it, the golden brown one was what I was going to wear. I laid the suit on my bed behind me; along with the short billo...
Paul Jean-Francois stood in front of the mirror, and checked out his reflection. At the age of twenty, he stood six feet two inches tall, a bit rugged, with dark brown skin and short black hair framing a round, animated face. Ever since he came to America from the Caribbean island of Haiti where he was born, he'd been getting checked out by men and women lef...
"It's so weird to be here when it's not Friday. It's like a different restaurant." Here happened to be a hole in the wall diner that many insisted was the best place around for waffles. That it was also the only place open at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday night did not presently leave room for argument. Shaiana glanced around, used to coming here after a night of dan...