It was Helena's 30th day in a row working her office job. She had been inundated with calls for 29 of those days but this day was deceptively quiet. Boredom had started to sweep across her mind, ravaging all the positive sentiment she had fostered amongst her colleagues, destroying all the pleasant conversations she had undertaken in her duties as a contac...
Bella was about to spend two weeks at Helena's home. She knew Helena would use any possible occasion to make Bella bursting to pee, but Helena seemed so pleased when obeyed that she would always try her best and hold. When she arrived at Helena's home, she only had few contact with her parents. For sure, Helena wanted Bella to herself only. Bella was allowe...
Kory was bent over the bar, broad shoulders hunched, waiting for her pitcher of beer to be refilled. "I miss Dick," she said seriously. On her left side, Dinah instantly turned to shush Helena, who refrained from laughing, but gave Dinah a broad grin. Yeah, Dinah admitted to herself, it was kind of funny. Then she patted Kory on the back, because she was...
The group stared at Zachary waiting for his response. Helena knew her soul was in the balance, and this man might be her only hope at fully restoring herself. "First of all, Helena you must never be alone," Zachary said. "If he can only influence you and come to you when nobody is around we need to keep him away. By your descriptions it seems like he is get...
"Then, when I went back later, the room had gone." I sat with Melissa on one of the seemingly infinite number of beds in Asta's palace. We were both dressed in simple white robes, and we were having breakfast. Asta's magic kept us going, so we didn't need to eat or sleep, but we still liked to. With all the constant sex, it was nice to take some time to sit...
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Rolling over, feeling a little groggy, Helena Stewart quickly realised that there was something not quite right. The hard mattress was not the soft sumptuous bed of her own apartment, the bare white walls not the passionate pink of her decor. Helena realised she wasn't in her own bed, wasn't even in her own apartment. She was wearing a small black leather br...
That afternoon, Ron found himself doing his first bit of what he thought of as proper work. Ibrahim and the chaps had decided to go to Knightsbridge to shop. They spent a large sum of money in Harrods and in some of the designer clothing shops on the Brompton Road. With their abundance of shopping bags, and the expensive and highly visible watches they all s...
After posting Part 3 I realized that I had been using some words in the wrong way, thinking that they meant something else. 'Flustered' is an example, and I believed it was a synonym of 'flushed' or 'blushed'. I apologize for that and will make sure to correct it in further writing. English is not my first language and I have only picked it up recently. Also...
Born in the City of Baltimore, Maryland, to a Haitian immigrant father, Leonel Jacques, and a White American mother, Muriel Hawthorne, Helena Jacques was born at a rather turbulent time in the United States of America's history. She learned early in life that being different could indeed make one's life more complicated than it had to be. There was definitel...