Author comments: This story was based on an e-mail from a fan. She has a Muslim roommate she fantasies about and asked me to write a story about it. The story is not meant to offend, but to entertain. That said, comments on what you thought, good or bad, are appreciated. THE SWEET SEDUCTION Hi, I am Melanie. I am a 23 year old college student in her third...
Chapter 2, Year 2, Head Cargo Handler. When a mere sixteen-year-old John Smith awoke. The first thing he did was close his eyes tightly before taking the blindfold off. He wasn't a captured prisoner in the conventional sense. But the bright constant glare from his room was always hard to get used to first thing in the morning. The ship was lit by glowing...
NOTE: I especially want to thank takemeawaymylove for all her hard work and due diligence in helping this short story come to fruition. Writing is hard work, editing doubly so. I know first hand what it feels like to work under pressure in that environment. "C" deserves every bit of credit for midwifing this tale through the past few weeks. Any writer worth...
This is a multi-part story told from different people's point of views. The anchor character is Angelique with the bulk of chapters told by her. I hope you enjoy this labor of love that's taken me almost two years to complete. ***** Chapter One Angelique – October 2005 I leaned my head back and released a deep growling moan letting my orgasm, like a...
"Benji, get your damn paws off me," she shrieked. "But you're so warm," he winked at the young brunette. "Get your hands off my ass!" she demanded. "Binj!" the other male exclaimed. "Don't disrespect the lady!" Benji grinned like a child. "But she's got such a squeezable ass!" The two men erupted into identical bouts of laughter. "I'm so serious right...
There was nothing remotely friendly about Kyle St. Ives. Never has been if memory serves correctly. He has always been a sarcastic asshole and there has never been a moment in his thirty-six years were he would not make you feel like you were a piece of warmed over shit if he could. He thoroughly enjoyed it actually...the prick. He has, in fact, made bets w...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this is not the story for you. As I have it notated now, tho...
"We have the same name," Lindie Nicholson said. "Not quite," Wyatt said to the young woman in his small office. "Same basic pronunciation, different spelling. Mine is spelled N-i-c-h-e-l-s-e-n." "You mean we're not related?" She turned down her sensuous mouth in a faux frown. He knew she was jerking his chain. "Afraid not." Twenty-nine year old Wyatt...
You are in an office. A very big and very sparsely furnished one. A desk with a Mac computer, two chairs, and a couch, that's it. But this is the kind of streamlined minimal all-white shit that bears German last names and probably costs more than your house and everything in it combined. The room s perfectly air conditioned and the floor to ceiling windows o...
I am a rocket scientist. Really. I have all the degrees and the high IQ to prove it. But it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to figure out that my bride-to-be had been cheating during our engagement. It's just that I refused to let myself believe that Darla would be unfaithful. And that refusal led me to this moment. I was standing in front of Billy a...