So, there I stood naked, in front of Melody, her husband Mike, her brother Jim and his wife Kathy, and Melody had just been told to spank me, in front of them. I had come to Melody's home because she told me to come there, wearing only my coat and heels and she had me give the coat to her husband for him to hang up. I was embarrassed as hell but I was secre...
Part I Melody watched the fields of Black-eyed Susans, Indian paintbrush and prairie broomweed flash by. Behind them the live oaks provided a somber green backdrop to the vibrancy of July in central Texas. She glanced down for the nth time at the dinner gown she'd bought for the occasion. Its deep red sequins set off the dark honey of her skin and the color...
A fun picture one from me this time. I have the model's consent to use her pictures in this scene. She's a genuine, part-time model from Bedfordshire, England, similar to Melody to as I depicted in the piece -- although she doesn't take it as far as Melody does, this is a work of fiction after all. OK, in this scene a young man sees a woman he's sure is an...
This is a sequel to my story "Consoling The Widowed Neighbor" which involved Steve, a distinguished looking gentleman in his early sixties who after the unfortunate passing of his wife, found himself adopted in a way by Paul and Melody Parker, the rather nerdy couple next door. The invitations to cookouts and cocktails took a sudden turn when one evening, a...
Moonie had been home for about two months now. He woke up around 11 in the morning which was way too early in his opinion. Sky was naked beside him. He looked over at Cindy who was sitting on a bucket in the corner of the bedroom next to the old bean bag. Cindy smiled at Moonie as she took a long hit of meth from her lightbulb as she was shitting into the b...
Melody had been the curator at the gallery for nearly fifteen years. During that time, she had seen artists come and artists go. Some gay, some straight but all seemed to be bogged down with emotional baggage of some sort. Maybe that was the reason she was never attracted to any of them. So when she stopped to take a long, hard look at Michael, it came as qu...
Melody was a pool secretary at a large corporate firm. Her job consisted of typing letters for people she didn't even know, answering the phone, and running errands. Melody was an attractive black woman with long braids. She had a winning smile and a great attitude. Today when Melody arrived at work she had a note on her desk from the Secretary Pool Manager...
1 You are my trickster angel, my sheep in wolves' clothing, my dark temptress, with wicked, wicked hands and sweet, gentle mouth, you drive me to my uttermost distraction. There is the barrier, the angry open sea that keeps me from getting to shore. Then you, my rock; so slippery in the crashing waves. I grip your jagged slopes, and I slip, but you remain;...
Ch. 11 song titles Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring (Bach) Prince of Denmark's March (Clarke) Wedding March (Mendelssohn) Heartbeat (Carrie Underwood) An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 11 Ashley's words of wisdom turned out to be some of the best advice Mike and Melody could have ever received. Though they made little progress in learning more about Melody's drea...
I just wanted to mention my thanks for the encouraging comments. I'm glad to have the support of interested readers. ***** Victria smacked her alarm's snooze, and rolled over to find that Melody had already gotten up. The stretch of mattress was still warm, evidencing her recent departure, and Victria breathed in the lingering scent of her new help. Had sh...