'What do you mean stale?' Isabella shouted across the bedroom. She emerged from the bathroom, tying up her thick black hair with the ferocity someone might use to load a shotgun. Michael kept his bright, cool eyes on Isabella's, such a dark brown they nearly looked black against her pupils. He spoke in his slow, measured way, as Isabella changed into scuffy...
"What do you mean no?" Carla frowned. "I meant... no. Do I really need to explain the concept of no to you?" Jordan asked dryly. Carla glared, "You have plenty of slaves." "Your point being?" Jordan asked with disinterest. "My point is why would you want to keep Elliot..." Carla said more as a statement than a question, her mind briefly searching for an...
Danielle did not linger in her post-climactic euphoria for long. Her slow, heavy breathing quickly gave way to an anxious hyperventilation. She closed her legs tightly together, raised her back off the tank of the toilet, and surveyed her situation. She quickly confirmed her worst fear: the boys had taken her bikini with them. She had no cell phone at her...
The story of how I built my harem of lawyers. Still twelve years ago... Diana continued. One thing I quickly learned about Diana was that when she set her mind to a goal, there was no stopping until she was the very best at it. She took this attitude towards everything in life from her studies to sex. So while my beautiful Latina trainee was relatively new...
"That will be all," the Captain barked, his patent monotone music to Dt. Amy Santiago's ears. In her mind, the slight rise in inflection at the end of his sentence meant she had just done a good job! She was wrong. Sitting back at her desk, Amy fondly watched her superior march away. Finally returning her attention to the waiting computer, the Cuban Detec...
For anybody who's interested, the book referred to in this section of my tales is: CHAOS: Making A New Science, by James Gleick , published in 1987/1988, and the specific information on The Butterfly Effect is on pp. 11-31. ***** Summer waned into Fall, which, in Southern California, was hardly noticeable. In early winter, with only 49 cums left before I c...
Tom stood over the answering machine, staring at the blinking red light. A cool breeze stirred the balmy midsummer night, sweeping through his bayside mansion as waves gently lapped the shore below. Still as marble in his pressed white suit, he stared in deep thought for a long time, his dark eyes almost unblinking. Then, slowly, he reached out and tapped t...
Life didn't offer a lot of joy for Lydia. Her only daughter was one of them. In fact it was the only thing her former fiancée. Unfortunately the bastard had left her after her pregnancy. She raised her daughter Mary alone, her parents didn't give a lot of help. She thought about finding someone but she failed. Now at 45 she didn't have the mind and the body...
I sat in the front row, watching as she played the cello. As I listened, I could feel myself becoming enraptured by the unearthly music, moved on some level that even I could not quite put my finger on. Yes, I would have to thank her for getting me such good seats... after our little session tonight of course. She was beautiful. Her legs were spread out to...
© 2012 Sal De Klerk, All Rights Reserved Authors Note: This is a long story, containing 10 chapters a prologue and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other. The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77! Warning: This story contains interracial sex, group sex, lesbian s...