This is not the standard boiler plate interracial story of black dominance or cuckolded sissy's. It is a romance between a white widower and a black girl from the ghetto. Thank you for all of the great comments I've received on other stories, I trust this will be to your liking as well. ***** As I stood in front of my dresser struggling to put in cufflink...
In general, I hope that every Montauk story can stand alone and complete. This breaks that mold, but should hopefully still be enjoyable to new readers. It's intended as a way to say thank you to the people who have been kind enough to stick with the series. Your reading, comments and emails are appreciated. There shouldn't be too much in here that is head-s...
Three Parts already submitted. Thanks to mikothebaby for her editing magic. +++++ What is worse than having the flu so bad you can barely get out of bed? Not being able to locate the TV remote, when you have the flu so bad you can hardly get out of bed. And what is worse than having the flu so bad you can barely get out of bed, and no TV remote? Hav...
*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * It seemed to be an unspoken agreement; she would continue to live upstairs, right above him, even though she spent nearly every moment he was home in his apartment. She would lug Christopher Michael downstairs in the bassinet he'd bought for the baby the moment s...
It was all beginning to get terribly real now, and I knew that my chances of getting home to deliver was zero. I thought about my options. In the box in front of the squashed shelter Mike had built I knew was a whole mess of stuff, including a thermal blanket and I hoped desperately his cooker and pans would be there, I was bound to need hot water after all...
Forward: This story was given to me as a challenge. Think of it as an alternate history to some degree. There are historical personages represented who interact with my invented characters. Feel free to ask which is which. There is plenty of graphic sex in this story, along with a lot of combat and violence. Just warning you now. Reviews and genuine critique...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to vote and comment, as always I have been overwhelmed by the generosity of the people who read this series. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. Chapter 26 Cat sat nervously in a comfortable armchair in Theresa's private sitting room. It was...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Thea Queen stumbled into her apartment with a groan. The apartment she used to share with her friend Laurel Lance, before she had been murdered right in front of her. It was impossible not to think of her every time she stepped into this...
Chris felt as if she exploded the second he licked her. The noise and shuddering made him feel like a million dollars, and he caught her as she fell boneless onto him, pushing him to the floor. Their lips met for a steamy kiss full of the taste of her. He expected her to cuddle and recover, but after the brief kiss she turned down to strip his jeans off, rol...
ROI: Richard and I stood in the shared vanity, getting ready for the morning breakfast. He didn't look too joyous this morning, even deeper in thought than he normally was. He sighed, his eyes falling down to the countertop. The boy reached in his pocket pulling out a flask. "Brija came across this not too long ago..." Richard began, "In the lounge..."...