The day was like any other day of the spring, the weather was cool, fresh with a snap to it, like you could feel it reaching across the skin, the flowers in bloom and the birds chirping. We've just finished the work in the yard, and decided to go I and get cleaned up. You head for the shower and get the water to the right temperature for us, and we both st...
The couple awoke early. So early, the twilight was just starting to shimmer in the east. They spoke very little - but knowing smiles passed between them as they dressed in light clothes and took care of their morning needs. They walked to their jeep, carrying cold drinks that would surely be needed later in the day. The whir of the engine and the distant sme...
The chains rattled faintly as a door opened, and Lord Marcus Anderson stirred in his confinement. He had been kept in a dark dungeon, alone, for the last... he didn't know how long. Hours? Days? From the hunger in his stomach, and the dryness of his throat it had been over twenty-four hours at least. His golden buttoned up shirt had been ripped open, and hi...
**Author's Note: I hope to have the final Part 6 done before February 2018. * * * * * * * * * * Even through the glass, Cash could smell Serafina. She was in his blood. His mouth still held the sweet savory taste of her panties from the night before. She had showered before coming to him. He could smell the fresh L'oreal Rose shampoo and cocoa butter soap...
This is a continuation of a story called "A New Home: Morning." It is a work of fiction and not based on any experience I have had. I believe in openness and honesty in a marriage. A marriage is founded on a promise between two people. I hope people keep their promises whatever they may be. Enjoy the fantasy and let me know what you think and what it inspire...
Some things are perennial. Little sparks that just keep burning regardless of what's going on around them – they may dim or fade for a bit but they never go away as long as they're nourished. I was in a house – not my house, not a house I knew but I was comfortable. There were many people there, maybe thirty, and the house was not large but roomy enough for...
Sandy stepped out of the shower, dried herself and turned on the radio while doing her hair and putting on her makeup. Her husband Dean was already off to work, and Sandy had the day off. "Another pressure cooker for New Yorkers today" announced the DJ. "Expect highs in the mid 90 degrees plus with humidity at 88 percent. City officials are concerned about t...
She stood quietly, hands tied behind her back. She wore a slinky black evening gown, which she had put on to impress him. Her hair was up in a sophisticated arrangement, and she looked lovely. He sat contemplating her beauty while she stood nervously wondering what he would decide. She could see his cock pushing against the material of his pants and knew tha...
Welcome Home. I've been here waiting; patient, eager. I hope you don't mind but I've taken certain liberties. Slid a disc in the player so the background you hear is a comfort; soft and soothing. No horns or drums, just tides of the harp and flute, and perhaps a low base clarinet. Not so much a blaze of sound. Not so much a delicate whimper or moan. But a...
Having Kate Beckett walk into the hotel room was like stepping back in time. Alexis could've been studying for her SATs again. She could've been into Twilight again. Funny how she remembered Kate as a swaggering, domineering badass in a motorcycle jacket. Beckett came in light and springy as a summer day, wearing a light-toned pantsuit with a purple silk b...