Chapter 1 One Monday evening, in a quiet south-west London pub, a woman, having a gin and tonic 'night cap', watched a pleasant looking guy approach her table. He asked politely with an accent Riley Ranfurly (32), couldn't quite identify, "Is this chair taken?" It was, because no one was sitting on it or the other five vacant chairs around the table. Rile...
Chapter 1 -- Taken From her golden throne, the Queen Ada of the elves surveyed her domain. To either side of her sat her adopted daughters, Princess Elvira and Princess Adria. As had been their way since their very creation, the elves did not produce offspring of their own. Rather, they took humans from their world and transported them into the different e...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Chapter 15 'Dana's' Fiftieth Celebrations Author's notes: 1. This series follows on from my previous series 'Mixed Emotions' in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that 'Mixed Emotions' is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recom...
CHAPTER 1 The early summer homecoming of Gina Lott, recently turned thirty-six and ostensively an international swimwear model based in Paris, was inauspicious. It was raining. It also was hugely disappointing for the homecoming woman. There was no crowd of doting extended family to greet her at Graytown Railway Station, only two elderly uncles who said...
The little chime sounds as I entering the boutique, my tablet in my jean jacket pocket , smartphone in my back pants pocket. Looking towards the cash station, I see mom look up, relief on her face “Grant you made it!” “Told you I would spin by before going to the seminar!” going over and giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Go what’s the big reason I n...
Hey, girls. And guys. How's it going today? I'm doing fine, thank you. At least, I think I'm fine. Sometimes, people can really surprise you. My name is Antoinette Zephyr. Born and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Six feet two inches and one hundred and seventy six pounds of hard-bodied and muscular, dark-skinned Black female athlete, that's me. I've...
Dear Shoeblossom, The way he stares at my tits is so cute. I really have my poor husband hypnotized. Of course there is all the begging. "Fleur, please let me touch them." But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I'd rather just run my hot pink nails over them, my marvelous mammaries, as they poke my little gray sweater out. I have a little heart tattooe...
The ornate décor of the City Club impressed Nathan, although he'd been there twice before and he was surprised at Gina's indifference when saying it was okay. Then squeezing her waist he grinned to himself: of course she'd spent several years amongst the gilt and glitter of Italy. Their arrival was announced the board chairman Murray Green whose eyes widene...
As Salam Alaikum, my people. The name is Steve "Suleiman" Fleur, and I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Hull, Quebec. I'm an accounting student at the Hull campus of the University of Quebec, and lately, life has been throwing a lot of hurdles my way. No bed of roses, that's for damn sure. Might as well tell you about...