As I lay on the bed with the soft early light of the summer sun creeping through the blinds casting a golden glow over the smooth skin of the beautiful woman lying gently sleeping next to me I watched flecks of dust sparkle and dance in the air and listened to her gentle breathing. My mind began to wander and I recalled the events and coincidences of the la...
"Commander Ivan Xavier Pestilence, I presume?" The beautiful, radiant woman suddenly appeared from the stairway and stared frivolously at the tall, stocky, full moustached fellow who had carefully stepped into her lair only moments before. Immaculately dressed in his prestigious dark uniform he seemed so alien, so uncomfortable in this softly lit, lushly de...
Oct. 29, Mon Belle Fleur: Act III, Scene I Gwen: Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Zat ez one of my 'avorite 'ibrators! I zust adores zee 'ibrating wabbeet! The 'ibrator, I mean "vibrator," is pink with a row of pearl beads near the base. Jutting up like a hook is the so called "rabbit:" a soft piece of rubber split in two that, if nestled in my nether region ju...
I'LL BE ALRIGHT...'TIL THE HURTING STARTS (Author's note: Another long gap and as always I apologize to readers who've emailed me asking for more of the WWWM saga. But I hope readers like this one. And as I mentioned at the end and I'll repeat here, this is not the end of the story. There are a number of chapters remaining. Which I'll post as I can finish t...
Waiting at the airport, Monica searches for the gate. "B-12, B-12, where the heck is gate B-12?!"Looking up and down the corridors of the BWI airport, she finally spies the B-12 gate, and waits impatiently. Her thoughts travel back to the day where she first met Chris. It was in one of those chat rooms in Hotmail. She had just entered and looked at the wo...
***Author's Note: I know nothing about the French language and all French in this story is courtesy of Babelfish. If I screwed something up, I apologize. But feel free to blame Babelfish. I know I do. *** Talynna sat at an outside restaurant, sipping at her tea and reading a book. It was a pleasant day, not too sunny with a slight breeze. She had on a brown...
Waiting at the airport, Kelly searches for the gate. "B-12, B-12, where the heck is gate B-12?!" Looking up and down the corridors of the BWI airport, she finally spies the B-12 gate, and waits impatiently. Her thoughts travel back to the day where she first met John. It was in one of those chat rooms in Hotmail. She had just entered and looked at the wor...
My name is Marguerite Bonheur Sinclair, and I'm here with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on January 2, 1961. My family has been in Canada ever since the region of Quebec was called New France. I'm as French-Canadian as the fleur-de-lys itself, which kind of bothers my friends when they find out about my preference in...
It causes a rush, warmth running through my insides like the oncoming effect of a drug, the trickle of sweat down the back of my neck. My heartbeat starts to race and every one of my senses feels honed to adrenaline heights. The rush is added to, fed by that look, initially of disbelief, in their eyes; followed by the double take and the rise of confusion th...
Thrills. I, Spy. Starring Lauren Hays (as Felicia Reynolds), Kira Reed (as Cassandra), Fleur Cooper (as Nicole), Justin Kyle (as Sean), Dillon Silver (as Gavin), P. Adam Walsh (as David), Sasha Peralto (as Tori), James Tindel as (Willy Raines) and Jessica Lee (as Raquel). Erotic magazine reporters find their scoops are being leaked to competitors. *****...