Lawrence glided rapidly through the doorway, closing it gently as he surfaced on the other side. The lights of the large room were dim, which accented the moonlight that entered through the wall-less opening in the far end. The first thing that Lawrence looked for was the large, familiar silhouette, and sure enough on the mezzanine above the furnished floor...
People say beauty is more than skin deep, but that isn't entirely true. My wife of seventeen years has the most beautiful fair skin I've ever seen. It's not the main reason I love Jill, of course, but it's certainly one of them. She's never suffered from the blemishes and irregularities that most people get. She never wears makeup because she doesn't have to...
Readers are encouraged to read the previous chapters, so that the whole story will make more sense. This chapter joins events already in place... *** I turned off Comments and Voting. Too many mean-spirited comments*** ***** The grumpy voice repeated itself. "Hey, Asshole, get off of her... it's my turn!" With that growl, my rapist rolled off of me, an...
Raised in a strict religious family, Cindi was a cliché. At 19, she'd already had sex with a couple of high school boyfriends, but it left her unsatisfied. Cindi had, even for a teenager, an uncommonly high sex drive. She loved sex. She loved thinking about sex, she loved watching adult films - she loved to fuck. With a sweet, pretty face, just barely shou...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* "Last year, last year, last year," Charlie Whitman muttered to himself as he trudged up the steps of Centennial Hi...
Ann slept fitfully that night, her mind a torrent of excitement and anxiety. Torn between embracing the new and fearing it, sleep seemed a distant relief, just out of reach that evening. Her mind struggled with the enormity of the days in front of her; three discreet days of competition each to test the skills a true knight needed. First she would need to co...
Note from the Author: Hi everyone! It has taken me a long time to imagine and write this story; in fact, I find it more and more difficult to find a fresh take on the corny love stories I so obviously crave. In any case, I began weaving this tale during a James Bond soundtrack phase on my IPod, this winter. As always, I hope you have a pleasant and exciting...
When my spine had stopped tingling and my hands had stopped trembling, I got up and took another shower. This time I got dressed. I had work to do. There were two ad campaigns I was working on, one for fruit-based cosmetics, and one for pet food. Hmm. Maybe there was a cross-over here. Health food for animals and a shampoo that made you as slick and clean as...
"I keep dreaming about you," I told him. If Lawrence had been a puppy, his tail would have been wagging under the bed sheet. "Do tell!" "Not that kind of dream," I burst his bubble, kissing him on the cheek before cuddling my head against his chest. "The other night I dreamed we were in court and your wi…" I was half way through the word before real...
Abby O'Reilly had been Australia's best-selling singer for the past five years, also topping charts in the UK. However, the Newcastle native and her label, First Fleet Records, had tremendous difficulty breaking into the American market. First Fleet Records CEO Malcolm Fletcher was convinced that Abby could become a big hit in the States--"bigger than Taylor...