Me and my boyfriend, Quinton? He's hip hop and I'm punk rock. I'm pale as death and he's dark as night. Opposites attract and the only thing we share is how nasty we like to fuck and how much we don't give a shit. If I had to pick a way to describe our relationship it would be a pair of middle fingers, raised high and waved around a crowded room as we walked...
Marcos always hated working the nightshift on weekends. Some of his reasons were understandable; being an NYPD officer in our Brooklyn precinct meant that he never knew what he'd be up against when he put on his uniform and drove out into the semi-dark streets. That concerned me, too, of course. I worried a lot about his safety, even though I'd seen his f...
Constance woke the next morning to the discomfort of something digging into her shoulder. She rolled, blinked, and sat up. A necklace was on the bed. She had lain on it in the night, and impressed its shape into her arm. The necklace was an inexpensive thing, a silver chain with a pendant of a flower in painted enamel. Not just any flower, either, but a da...
It had been four months since their encounter and no words had passed between them concerning that late night work session. For the first week, he averted his eyes when talking to her, his body trembled when he was in her office, and he answered weakly when speaking with her. Nights weren't spent with his friends anymore. Instead, they were spent replaying t...
Delta Bayou and the Miss Dixieland Pageant (Delta Bayou Adult Mysteries no. 1) *******Chapter 1- The Bet******* Detective Delta Robbins rapped her fingernails on the table of the briefing room, waiting for the captain's words about the weekly assignments. She accidentally made eye contact with Detective Stanford across the room. He winked at her with his...
First off, thank you for reading, voting and commenting on my stories. Secondly, I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long on a new chapter. Real life reared its ugly head. By the time I was able to get back to this story, I had forgotten where I was and had to reread the previous chapters. I have one final chapter planned and I hope you don't have t...
Sir walks towards me and leans in close to whisper in my ear "Baby, I'm planning to punish this slut with multiple forced orgasms, what do you think? An orgasm crime does orgasm time?" I had to stifle a giggle at Sir's awful attempt at a joke "Yes Sir, I think that sounds perfect." "Ok, come on over here." Sir says to the rather nervous looking other woma...
The invitation said formal, so G pulled out a long green dress and inspected it in the mirror. Formal, yes, and sexy, but not too much as to cause a situation. The back was open, the straps were thin, and it showed just enough cleavage to barter down a cab fare home, if needed. G walked into the bathroom and briefly flashed back to the last time she wore th...
The house wasn't far, thankfully. June held tight to Jeremiah and thought about what was to come. She fantasized about how he would fuck her, how she could please him. She thought about her weekend and her life and how she had ended up on this motorcycle. She thought about her apartment, messy, the week's laundry waiting to be switched into the dryer. She re...
Ravishing Chastity "Please, your Grace, O please!" Dorée sank to her knees, pleading for she knew not what. She was still flushed with arousal and overwrought with violent emotions. Her Lady was gone. There was no one to stand between her and the Duc. And the Duc's expression was as ominous as a thunderhead on the horizon. "You have sinned, Dorée," the Du...