Lis stood before the group of women towering over a number of them seeing she was so tall and her large frame, although not showing an ounce of fat, her big boned body and lush curves fit her perfectly. Her long light blonde hair framed her gorgeous face and her bright red lipstick accented her full lips. Her make-up was done to perfection showing off her br...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Miami, Florida The sound of stomping filled the room as high heels beat into a solid rhythm. The club was dark in the afternoon hours while janitors swept the floors. Vida Guerra had returned from her time out m...
2. The Interview. Chloe dressed like she was going out for the evening, her long sleeve red top which could be buttoned open to show plenty of cleavage, a short charcoal gray skirt and her 5 inch black high heels. She put on her makeup a little heavier, brushed and styled her hair and headed out. She stopped by the local bagel place and got a cinnamon raisi...
"Something's wrong." Kelsea said, as if Roland were not already aware of such a self-evident fact. The statement itself was ridiculous: he was locked in the death grip of a being made of pure lust, spooning to her devilish curves as his hand trailed across her bare, purple stomach. He had given in, laying his life in the unholy clutches of the one breed of...
It was dark; there was a deep blue haze that infused the room, a foggy atmosphere surrounded me with the ghostly pallor streaming in through the window. It was like a blue moon thrusting its rays through the cloudy haze all around. I lay on a bed of satin sheets and pillows and rags, long lengths of fabric strewn across the surface. The only sound was a rasp...
She avoided me for a few days, it felt like months, every hour she hid in her room, slipped out before I was awake, passed me in the kitchen without speaking, I felt it in my belly, a quickening when I heard her footsteps, the hope, she'd speak to me, look at me, allow me to apologise. And then awful churning despair when she left. When nothing happened. I...
"And again!" Ms. Banks lifted up her baton, and the chorus of some hymn Alex had heard a million times began. That wasn't why he was here though. Little Lara Banks stood among the singers, golden hair tumbling wildly down her shoulders. Her cheeks were still flushed from when she'd come all over his mouth, and brightened even more when she made eye contact...
When I heard Mark's car pull into the driveway I had sudden burst of butterflies in my stomach. It was like my brain couldn't process the myriad paths of thought. At least not fast enough to make sense of it all. I wondered what Mark and Joe had said about last night (if anything) on the way to the airport. I wondered where Mark had spent the last few hours....
Maybe it happens like this: we are sitting on a park bench at dusk, on a warm summer evening. We are talking, casually laughing at each other's jokes as we have many times before. But this time the electricity in the air is stronger; the kind of electricity that is almost better than sex. The anticipation of being 85% sure that you are both thinking the same...
"We meet at last," he exclaimed, his voice ringing out in the silence of the winter night. His excitement was obvious. As was the bulge in his pants. "Are you ready?" she asked. She stared at him through the window, a smirk forming on her plump face. She knew she wasn't what he expected, but she could tell they were going to have a good time. "Get in," she...