Tonight's the night, the grand opening of my club Dragon Playhouse. Each of the four smaller clubs stocked and ready while the dinner and show was already on its way in the main room. A special event for those who want to reserve a seat to get a special show and a dinner before the rest of the club opens up at nine o' clock. No one under the age of eighteen...
Day One: The Wedding On the day of his wedding, Jonathan Rupert Stanford was up before the sun. It was a murky December morning; the fog had rolled in overnight, lit from within by streetlights and headlights and brake lights, so that the world was suffused with a dim, diffuse glow. Jon thought it beautiful, and appropriate for fifteen days before Christmas...
CHAPTER 1 Flint Jackson yawned his way across the near-empty supermarket parking lot, thumbs tucked into the shoulder straps of his backpack, black Acubra at a rakish angle hiding most of his tight blond curls. He wondered didn't American women have anything better to do? The supermarket had opened at 7:00 and already at 7:25 there were forty vehicles par...
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"You all packed?" Victoria asked as she bounced inside of my bedroom. "All packed." I responded taken a moment to look at her. She was in a tiny two-piece bikini, one that we had gotten while we were in Brazil. She was tanning by the pool as I finished getting ready for my trip to New York. "I'm going to miss you." She said wrapping her arms around my ne...
Chapter 2: The Succubus Elsewhere, a radiantly beautiful brunette lay on the mossy green banks of a lake of sparkling blue, amongst with blooming ivory lilies and graceful swans, under a midday sun, surrounded by an infinite expanse of verdant plains, majestic waterfalls and free-flowing rivers in heavenly beauty. Dressed simply in a plain white toga, as he...
The door to the reception hall slid silently open on well-oiled iron hinges that predated the oldest man in the room by several lifetimes. I had worried that the reception would have wound down in our absence, but I was grateful to see it still going, the handful of waitresses dressed in simple black thongs and black heels milled amiably around the tables, s...
*Standard disclaimer. This story deals with a fetish in which men find attractive women who smoke incredibly sexy. I don't read comments so if this isn't your cup of tea, please find another story to read as whatever you say about your dear Aunt Millie who died of lung cancer will be ignored. If you also have the fetish, I hope you'll enjoy this tale. *****...
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CHAPTER ONE The door closed behind her father, leaving Dana alone in her new room. She heard him herding her mother and siblings away. They had a long drive ahead of them and it was late afternoon now. She turned away from the door, feeling her eyes burn, determined not to cry. She was eighteen for god's sake. Legally an adult. She could deal with being lef...