Hi everyone! Thank you so much for 62 followers, that means so much to me!!! As a celebration, here is another instalment of Sekhemkhet. If you're new here, please note that the series starts with Sekhemkhet's Curse, then it's Sekhemkhet's Promise (part one and two) and this is the newest addition, Sekhemkhet's Promise Part Three. I know where the story is g...
Morning broke, the sun sprayed through the bedroom window lighting up the room with a pale yellow glow. Kay opened her eyes and blinking glanced across the bed for Dan, he wasn't there! A sudden panic filled her, knotting her tummy, she slid out of bed naked, grabbing her short dressing gown and padded quickly down the stairs in her bare feet. She heard move...
Again, I would like to thank todger65 for editing my story. It is amazing how helpful a good editor can be. * Bob and Mary had moved into their current neighborhood about a year ago. They were both young professionals and were doing fine financially. Both were thirty and were not ready for children yet, maybe never. Their four-year marriage was loving, and...
The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened th...
I didn't want to fuck. I needed some female attention but intercourse seemed a step too far. I searched for massage parlours on the internet and discovered there was one only two hundred metres from my flat. From their website is was clear that they provided happy endings. There were also photographs of the women who worked there. They all looked glamourous...
Madison turned on the music as she walked through her apartment. What a day this had been. All she could think about all day was coming home to a stiff drink and a hot shower, and the one thing she wanted the most, one night with Daniel. Would he remember her? The invitation to the reunion lay on her desk awaiting her return response. She had heard from a f...
It was early August last year when I first saw the "invitation" in a magazine entitled, simply enough, Best Black Swingers. I had browsed through the magazine on many occasions and found its contents interesting, in the past, but had never been moved to correspond with any of the advertisers. I was just too lazy, I guess or, maybe, I just hadn't been in the...
Tonight you came into my dream. A dream so deep I scarcely felt the brush of warm lips to mine, barely noticed the slight shifting of weight into the mattress as you held yourself over me. Your body fit so well into mine, thighs slightly parted as if in invitation for you to slide between them. One hand flung up to tangle in the dark curtain of hair draped o...
This is a true story. It happened in my late 20s. My girlfriend Joan (who went on to become my wife who I still deeply love) went on a Club Med vacation to the island of Moorea, just off Tahiti. She had never been on a vacation to anything like this-the beauty of a tropical paradise. The following happened a few days into our vacation. I had finished some...
Passion in James County XII The Widow By D.C. Roi Chapter seven Fran Martin looked across the conference room table at the man sitting across from her. His name was Brian Danielson and he was the assistant principal of a high school where her company was negotiating a contract to provide employee assistance services. He was a big, bulky man, probably in...