He was restless. It told in his small cruelties, but he was forced to control most of his urges. The girl was becoming too valuable to use. Something he had not actually foreseen. His concubine was not someone he could abuse as he wished. The servants were also not truly useful. He needed something.. rather someone. A week now he had been paying more attenti...
I hope I wrote a story everyone can enjoy, I'd like to improve my writing, and this is my first serious attempt in a few years. I hope that the story is to you, the reader's liking, and I hope even more that the characters (especially the women) were written believably and that the details were written descriptively enough and engaging enough for everyone's...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 5" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... Before putting on my underwear, I looked at the bo...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 8" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** Well, true to form for Nana, the restauran...
Tracy exited the train and walked up the stairs into the midday sunshine and the Saturday Manhattan crowd. The air was thick with humidity, the crowd different from the usual hustle-and-bustle business population that dominated the weekdays. Today it was tourists, roving bands of teens, families, and shoppers who meandered about the sidewalk in varying speed...
Tracy pushed a broom around an already clean floor, trying to stay busy instead of obsessing on her email inbox. She had not heard from William after going out to for drinks and wondered if she had misread the signs? She actually believed he was attracted to her, but maybe he just likes to date? Maybe he dates several women at a time? It was his prerogative,...
Thanks to my editor! Thanks to any and everyone reading! Do comment, regardless of whether you like my story or not. ~Adare * Our lunch date took place at a quaint cafe I never had the curiosity to enter. It's run-down exterior was an eyesore in comparison to the newly renovated stores surrounding it. On the inside, shelves were littered with dusty china...
Abby sat in the crowded bar quite literally crying into her beer. Well her white wine to be more specific. Her third glass for a woman that only drank one socially. After five years, five long years in a relationship with Stuart it was over. Just like that. Over because he wanted to be polyamorous, he said. In plain Texan, he wanted to screw her and the woma...
Tom, my grandmother Robin's live-in boyfriend, was devastated by her tragic death. He was lost and roamed their home seemingly without purpose. Nana, was only 60, but she looked 40. She was 5' 7 with long legs that were extenuated by the high heels she was so fond of wearing. Her breasts were perfect globes, with pert nipples that often stood out through h...
PART 3- Conclusion One Year Later ************************************** Q&A with Juli Genovese Juli, what do you love most about being a girl? OH, I love shopping -- everyone says I'm going to use my credit cards so much, they'll melt from the heat! I love going out with my new girlfriends I met through Madame Jae's, but nothing is more special than w...