Part 12: The Legend Is Born Cathy's progression moved along quickly once she stopped fighting the trainers. Mistress Ann worked with Master Andre in Oral Arts and Mistress Rebecca in Ballet, training Diane and Geneva once Diane's Laser Hair removal had healed. Six days after arriving, and four days after taking her soul out for a look Cathy arrived to fin...
Cindy crisis solved, apparently, thanks to Brian. More trouble ahead, though. Big time. Maybe. This ended up longer than I'd planned, so I split it almost exactly in half. Part 10 will finish the series. North Carolina was always a big game for Duke's Lady Blue Devils. Practically-same-town rivals, this contest had been an especially tough one. Four Duke st...
Rayne stood with his feet firmly planted on the deck of his ship the Eclipse. God, how he loved the feel of the ship as it cut through the water and the deck rolled beneath his feet. It was an almost sensual feeling, not unlike that of a mistress as she moved beneath you. Rayne walked over and leaned on the railing and studied the ink-black sky with the spar...
And that's how it went. Melody burned to ask April to let her have Kumar more than once a week, but was too shy to do so. She'll think me a sex-crazed nympho, she thought to herself, even though it struck her as deeply unfair that both April and Carolyn had Kumar three times a week and she only once. But as the weeks passed, another thing bothered her—and th...
Devon was the owner of a brothel that was known far and wide for entertaining just about any sexual fantasy a man could dream up. He was a shrewd businessman with a good reputation. He treated his customers right, he treated his working girls right. His creativity helped maximize both his profits and his customer's pleasure. He offered both the basic and th...
Thanks, Tigerssman for helping with this story. * One night, while relaxing at a party a gentleman posed a question to Molly, "Molly, how is Daisy doing?" "She is doing great, something great just happened to her." Another friend asked, "How long has it been since you talked to Daisy, Molly?" "It has been over two weeks, a long time for us." The first...
Amaria (a-MAR-ee-uh) and Ixchol (ICKS-shol) AMARIA Amaria lowered the hood of her cloak to feel the morning mist kiss her cheeks. Inhaling slowly, she tried to quell her rising sense of dread, focusing instead on the crisp smell of the damp grass, the clean wind, and the moisture slowly beading on her skin. She savored the sensations, lingering a moment...
Mabel, a retired professor of electrical engineering now seventy-four, had been a widow for over two decades. Living alone, she didn't need the big five-bedroom house: she kept it mostly for her visitors. Today she had two, one long-planned, the other impromptu. Joan, her best friend for over fifty years, had arrived a couple of days ago for a three-week v...
Author's Note: First a little shout out to Laceydresser- Unintentionally, this looks longer than the first but it is broken up, with you in mind. I write different story lines at the same time and end up splicing chunks that I like together. Sometimes the chunks are pretty big. Despite the length, I sincerely hope you still like it if you happen to come acro...
I awoke to darkness. Where was I? Even with my eyes open everything remained black. I reached my hands in the air and touched something soft and fuzzy. Wool? Oh right, I was in Misumi's boots. I recalled the events of last night. On the bright side, I think I got used to the stench because I smelled nothing. I had work today... How long did Misumi plan on k...