Thanks still to Final Stand for his madness and Shyquash for his editing all further mistakes are mine. Please comment it is the only way I can improve. I am lying on my back when I come to. Azrael is on top of me kissing me still until a furious Ashley comes up behind her and hits her upside the head with a jumbo adjustable wrench knocking her off me. A...
Hello, and welcome. This is my second attempt at writing a story. I really enjoyed this venture. This story is a love story. It is a slow build up and not a lot of random sex from the start. I really want you to get to know the people in this tale. So, I hope you read this story and enjoy it. I want to thank the following people who helped me create this f...
The first time I laid eyes on Rama Abdel-Masih, I was mesmerized. I mean, I was walking through the Rideau Shopping Center with my boys, Timothy and Dalton, one Saturday night, and when I saw her I just froze, man. I see pretty girls all the time, don't get me wrong. I simply wasn't used to seeing tall, majestic ladies in hijabs and regal long robes. With he...
CHAPTER 01: SALSA Ella Bishop was a self-made woman. Where she lacked the experience and seasoning of an adult life most eighteen year olds suffer, she compensated by adopting traits from the past. She did so with a passion and this gave her a unique standing in Canyon Ridge. Ella was a stand alone classic amidst a sea of moderns, never quite fitting in wit...
The holiday season was in full swing. When Charity was at home in St. Louis for Thanksgiving, Kay and Bobby had their annual Turkey Leftovers party. It was a tradition they'd started a decade ago — a day-after-Thanksgiving orgy that always featured writhing naked bodies smeared with warm pumpkin pie filling, cranberry sauce and turkey gravy. Clean up was a b...
Abigail Clarke's POV I was exhausted, and my wolf was on edge by the time I left the plane in Moscow. Crying babies, turbulence and a businessman who stank of cigarettes and body odor, while ignoring my ring and trying to hit on me at 30,000 feet, pretty much did me in. I turned on my phone and texted my son I was on the ground before heading to baggage cla...
I wrestled with what category to post this. It has an interracial element, a loving wives element, and a romance element. In the end I chose Romance as that's the direction it ultimately takes. There are no unrealistic thirteen inch dicks or 38 triple F breasts, so if that's your thing you'll probably want to skip this story. * Where we ended is certainly...
Author's note: This started life as an exhibitionist story and although there are overtones as such, it's really more suited for a different category. Further chapters may expound on this. First time stories of romance tend to be what I write, whether I set out to or not. Also, I love comments, please give me some. Thanks! -JPA Laura I was reading und...
Do you ever wonder how and why things happen the way that they do? Well I used to, but I've learned over the years that regardless of how much we try to plan our lives; fate always has a way of stepping in and throwing a wrench into the works and dictating otherwise. At least, that's how it was for me. My name is Tom McNeal. I'm 46 years old, stand 6'3" tal...
Chapter 1 Karen Hudson stood in the dense, dark green tropical foliage out of breath with perspiration dripping from her bikini-clad body. Her long auburn hair hung down in sweaty bands that wiped across her shoulders with loose, wet strands sticking to her large, white, succulent breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen from the physical exertion an...