Chapter 1: Paris I fell asleep that night in my own bed, but awoke in the wee hours somewhere else, a world away. A five-star hotel, in some exotic city, perhaps New York, Munich, Hong Kong? No, it was Paris, a city I know well. The French doors were ajar revealing through the gossamer draperies a balcony, and beyond it La Tour Eiffel, lit golden in the nig...
6 years later, Darcy and Stephen Reunite for more trysts in the big apple. ******** Stephen hadn't seen Darcy for some time now. Since she graduated from USC, he would think of her often, remembering the great times he and Darcy had explored each other's bodies. He had lost track of her, hearing rumors of her being scooped up by some large Los Angeles la...
Rob and I are identical twins, we share most everything together and since we launched our home décor/design company when we were just eighteen things have been going knots the past four years And we manage to keep away from the pangs of recession by getting new contracts from the rich with whom we have gained a good service and reliability reputation. So...
Some time later she woke and for a moment wondered where she was. Confusion only lasted a second, and then the memories flooded back, memories of pleasure and joy and love. She sighed in deep contentment, thinking back over the last few days, over which the intense happiness of finding out he was in love with her arched like a glittering rainbow. Remembered...
The monastery walls were cold and silent, as the nun began her last walk around the grounds to check that all was quiet for the night and she could retire to her cubicle. The small rooms were not bedrooms, nor did they have the privacy of one. Their entrances were covered by a thick blanket hanging over the opening, which held only a small single bed and a f...
Have you ever looked at someone and thought they were the most beautiful person you've ever seen? When you're in love that's what you see every time you look at your partner. You want to study them and memorize the way they look and feel so that you can see them even when they are not with you. This story is about a woman who used a very creative way to memo...
Megs, employed in the clothing department of a large supermarket store, was keen to impress with the job she had just got after several weeks searching, and she saw that the dust beneath the shelves was bad, so there she was, down on her hands and knees, duster in hand and showing a very keen rump to the delight of young Ned, a shelf filler. She felt a star...
He was sitting at the bar drinking a beer when she sat next to him. She was drinking something fizzy with cherries and a pineapple perched on the rim of the glass. He glanced over at her, nodded and continued sipping at his beer. He did not frequent the bar much, as he was married and expected to be home at a certain time in the evening, but there were those...
I watched her. She walked slowly around the gallery her eyes fixed on the canvasses displayed on the walls. Occasionally she would stop and examine a brush stroke or technique and even less stop and gaze at a piece absorbing the artists' work. She stood out from the crowd of attendees at this small gathering in this small town, her long black red hair caught...
I introduced Crystal last chapter so I'm going to fast forward a couple months since last time. This chapter might not seem as hot as the last one, but I think it's kinda needed for the way I'm planning this. Oh yeah and this is still in the past...just closer to "now" than last time. * She never wears underwear. Watching Crystal slip her jeans up her le...