As soon as Grace was in the carpeted hallway, Duke's bedroom door closed, it was like what had happened in there was a dream. She was surprised at herself. She had started it, hadn't she? By grinding her ass on to him, of all the subtle moves to pull. She hadn't thought about it, just followed her desires and let her body do what it wanted. He'd been so sw...
Author's Note: There's a lot of plot in this chapter, but it's a little light on the sexual activity. I promise to rectify that with chapter 9. Please enjoy. ***** "Stephen! Are you up yet, babe?" Stephen stirred slightly in his sleep. His eyes blinked open once, twice, and then a third time, finally staying open as the mostly dark lit room absorbed his...
When Grace walked into the mall to shop for her lover's Valentine's Day present, she still hadn't decided what to buy him. Since it was February 13th, time had run out and she couldn't leave without both a gift and a card. Armed with a shiny new credit card and a desire to please her man, she cheerfully joined the crowd of other last-minute shoppers. Grace...
Osceola, Florida "Bless you for bringing us to catch the train Friend Keith." "Stop thanking me Isaiah. Just trying to keep you on schedule so you and your Mother get up north safely. I bet Daniel is excited to meet his family isn't he?" "That he is. He has never met quite a good number of our clan. This will be good for all of us." Keith Foxx admires Is...
Nakimura House The kisses went on and on, and they blocked out everything else in the world as Gabriel and Grace rolled around fully clothed on the bed. Their kisses had started off sweet and slow, but before long they grew more passionate, more intense. Grace's soft moan was audible in the silence of the room as she increased the pressure of the kiss and...
The other night I was sitting on the couch, listening to Grace Jones sing "Pull Up to the Bumper" and looking at Naomi Campbell's book of photographs. "Naomi is child to woman wrapped up in one. Her smile - intoxicating. Her sensitivity - alluring. Her range is infinite, her energy unique. She's my favorite. She gives her all." Those words by the great ph...
Karen was always the competitive type, always up for a new challenge. She grew up in the South, Texas to be exact, where everything is bigger and football is king. In high school she was a JV cheerleader for a bit, and while she enjoyed the eye-candy on the field, and even a bit in the girl's locker room, she was drawn to competitive sports; track and field...
A young wife decides to live out her submissive fantasies under the control of another couple, against her husband's wishes. Like any writer I thrive on feedback so please leave comments, good or bad, but please, if bad tell me what you don't like. I also welcome E-mails Part 1. I pulled the car to a stop in front of the bar. Killing the engine I turne...
My name is Margret Brown. I own a clothing boutique and this morning, like most mornings, I arrived an hour before opening. I went to my office and sat down at my desk. All the company books and ledgers were sitting on my desk completed and up-to-date. The weekly deposit was counted, recorded and waiting for me in the safe. They have been getting larger late...
A tremor of anticipation runs between Arsa's shoulder blades. The summoning is nigh she just knows it. Nailed fingers scrape through her thick, short purple hair, dragging it away from the stubs of the nascent horns above her forehead. She runs her tongue out, moistening her pale lips, shakes her head and shifts her hips, applies a bit of heft to her sporty...