Edited by Robert Reams My name is Alex. Some years ago, when the international career of the top model Laetitia Casta was starting triumphantly, I happened to witness these extraordinary events. My story begins in the heart of Africa, in the region where the Maasai tribes live. I have the task of assisting the Italian maestro photographer Federico Bertolu...
Chapter 1 They say it's human nature to want more. That we're are all destined to, on some level, die unsatisfied with what we have achieved. Grace Holt is no exception. That's me by the way. Despite the fact that I have everything and should be wanting for nothing. You see, I inherited the midas touch from my father who was, God rest his soul, a successf...
I'd been working with this technology firm about 6 months after graduating from the university. Traveling from one state to another wasn't my idea of a 'plum' position, but the job certainly paid well. I was currently on a 2 month road trip and since all of the locations were close, the company provided a car. My responsibilities were to provide expert techn...
Rob was just about 45 now when Sue came to him. All the time he had been the coach of the swim team he had watched her and her sister grow into beautiful women. Even when she was a kid at age 12 and her sister was 13; they were much prettier and had a better body than any female near their age. While her sister was a year older than Sue was, she was by far t...
This chapter is from Brian's perspective. I felt I wanted at least one day to be his side of the story. ***** I woke up with morning wood pressed into a softly rounded ass and a breast in one hand. I noticed all over again how perfectly her breast fit in my hand. Filling it but not to overflowing. I decided it was going to be a great day despite my stiffne...
Author's note: This is a story based on Nikita and takes place during Season 1. Spoilers for that season. Both the actresses and the characters are over 18. * Never again. That's what Nikita had promised herself. Never again would she allow herself to fall in love. It had been an easy promised to make. The pain of Daniel's loss was indescribable. No wor...
First of a seven part series. The characters and situation will make vastly more sense if you first read the original Suzanne's Supreme Night of Poker Series, but this is not absolutely necessary. For those who find the ideal Loving Wives story to be one which is law-abiding, strictly monogamous, involving only the highest moral standards, church-sanctione...
Hello, again! So, here's a new one; but before you start I must warn you: 1. Once again, English is not my first language so you might find some mistakes. I'm sorry for that. 2. I'm sure that for some people my female characters are a bit too emotionally independent. I was raised by a feminist. So, if you want a heroine that will orbit around her man, so...
Judas Iscariot, Brutus, Benedict Arnold, Aldrich Ames: some of the most hated names in history. Of all the villainous types, traitors are the most universally despised. No one wants to see redemption for a traitor; they want to see them dead, ideally in the most cruelly ironic way possible. Traitors are the lowest of the low, the worst of the worst. Trent M...
When I woke up the next day I was hit with guilt and shame. Bo was gone and I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling. I was dressed in the white silk nightie, and the pink bra and panties from the night before. My ass was sore from the pounding and my face was caked with leftover makeup. I felt bad physically and emotionally and so I started to cry. This i...