Tuesday. Noon crept around stealthily. That, or certain tenants of the Brownstone, affectionately called Angelica House, without a sign saying so, were just really wiped out tired. Angelica having been the name of Naomi Carpenter's late great Grandmother, last name Bishop. A very biblical name without a religious influence. Still, a very good woman in her d...
The woman was wearing an immaculate white Hellenic stola with no jewelry. Her olive skin was free of any form of cosmetics, yet her natural beauty and regal bearing only seemed enhanced by the lack of make up. The full raven hair that fell over her shoulders in loose curls was without any treatment beyond simple brushing. An extremely fit woman, there was li...
Chapter 2: Her name is Veronica Last night ended in a blur, I don't know when I passed out or for how long but when I awoke I found myself in the same bed I was last night, but the light shining through the curtains told me it was close to midday. What happened last night can't have happened, this was a dream, all a horrible, horrible dream, I closed my eye...
Nadja Vladimirovna Petrova saw her target enter the office and her heart fluttered in her chest. He was handsome, like the photos in his file, but seemed much taller and more muscular than she had imagined. Seeing a man in a photograph is much different than seeing him in real life, no matter how accurate the photo. She schooled herself and began the menta...
Disclaimer: There are lots of snake-women. Read at your own peril. This was a real first for me. Many thanks go to BreakawayRepublic from Touch Fluffy Tails, a long standing friend and colleague. After The CERN Event called "The Crossing", 2042 A.D Somewhere south of Luxor, Egypt. *-*-*-* Lamia: Monster girls have the upper torso of a human woman and...
Chapter 3 Supper turned out to be a Middle Eastern beef kebab with plenty of rice, pitas, falafel, and hummus, as well as a very excellent Greek salad (including kalamata olives, yogurt sauce, and feta cheese). Unlike Damien, who was newer to this, Cassidy and Tammy had grown up eating a lot of kebab, shawarma, falafel, and similar foods, because of Maryam...
Author's Notes: With the thought of the Tales of the Arabian Nights, this is a modern account of how two people from distinctly different worlds are drawn together in storybook fashion. For those readers whose cultures may be part of the plot, please allow a liberal amount of literary license and use of stereotypes to make the romance entertaining. For those...
Hi all, its Ali here! I'm back with another post. Today, I'm going to narrate a few other times when I and my slutty widowed Muslim aunty Sheen had the most memorable anal sex. I hope you guys enjoy this post as you've loved my earlier posts. *Please don't forget to LIKE and COMMENT after reading the posts because it motivates me to share more memories wit...
I told my Mum that something had happened to Andy and that I was heading back to London to sort it out. She gave me a hug and said that she hoped it all worked out OK. I drove back to London at speed, reaching our barracks at about half nine that evening. While I wanted to dash to the Guard room and speak to Andy I knew that to keep our secret I needed to f...
Chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas... Sharon rolled to her left... or tried to roll; the heavy blanket kept her from moving very much. She smiled, enjoying the warm bed, and the full, heavy pillow. She settled back, reveling in that semi-lucid lucky time when you can control your dreams, if only for a moment. What was it that Lisa had called it......