** Chapter 6 ** Rachel awoke around 8 am still a little groggy from staying up late working on her room. She managed to get the bedside table put together and was getting started on her bed when she decided to call it quits and sleep on the new mattress on the floor. She walked out into the hallway and noticed Luke's door was open a crack. She didn't want...
Kylie was reclined on the bed, her aqua eyes half closed, in a dreamlike state. She was in the unusual state of being both relaxed and aroused at the same time, but it felt sooo good to run the tiny vibrator over her horny clit and pinch her nipples at the same time while thinking of Keylani doing that to her -- and more! She talked to her unique lover pr...
I work as a housekeeper for several people and most of the work is routine. Some I have the keys for as they are at work when I clean their house. One couple is up in years and they are both retired. This means they are usually home when I clean. I enjoy chatting with both of them and I never acted like there was anything sexual about me in any way. Besides,...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ashley was a fine specimen of a male, at least as far as physical traits go. His not so masculine name might have been a minor source of jokes back in high school, but his height...
Everything is connected to everything. Everything in our past is dynamically active in every present moment... leading into a future with beautiful networks of people, places, and emotions. Okay... that's enough of my amateur philosophy. This is my way of saying that a relatively small number of events end up being pivotal openings to some amazing relationsh...
Jack was one hot fucker: 6 feet tall with straight dark hair and long lashes. A dimple in his chin and a big bright smile -- when he wasn't brooding. His daily work outs had paid off: his body was of an Adonis. Muscular hairy chest down to a V waist. A smooth bubble butt that was perfection to behold. Long thick thighs and calves. Even his feet were amazing....
[This story only portraits fictional characters and places.] The loud noises of a king-sized bed slamming hardly against the motel wall and the squeaky sounds of a rather old mattress echoed through the, fortunately pretty empty, "Beach Side"-motel near the beach of Saint Monarch, a small but lively and pretty city near Hawaii. If some voyeur or st...
A puff of smoke, exhaled from my lungs, drifts onto the snowy city below me. Standing in my penthouse, I am a woman on top of the world. In one hand alone, I have held the lives of countless men, and with the other, brought ruin to them all. A black widow. I don't think there's a better term to describe a woman like me, though the men in my life might pref...
Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. F...
The name is Charles Hanover and I am a man with a story to tell. I'm the president of Black Superstar Studios. It's a hundred-million-dollar business empire. The studio's signature movie series has become a hit in just a couple of years. And I'm the tall, good-looking, virile black gentleman who is both the series creator, its main star and the driving force...