This is my entry to the 2019 Valentine's Day Contest. Please be kind with your stars. I'd also love to receive comments. I hope you like the story! I was worried about money. My living style, not extravagant by any means, exceeded my income. I had a decent enough job, it was just that my salary was too low. I worked for corporate America and there was no wa...
Author's Note: Here's the long awaited sequel that no one asked for or expected! I apologize for the lateness- I thought I had lost it but was able to salvage it! This is one of my earliest stories, enjoy! *** I walked up behind Shelby and gave her a big hug, catching her off guard and hearing her squeal with delight as I pulled her body into me. "Someone...
Chapter Seven "You said to come over whenever I was ready," said Rockie with a big grin on her face. She couldn't ignore the warmth she was feeling in her heart at the sight of JR's sleep-filled eyes, drowsy expression and hair that was more disheveled from sleeping than she had ever seen it in the daytime. He really was touching her in ways that she had...
"Hon, you don't mind that I'm going out, do you?" she asked. There was only one answer to reply. --------- continuation ------------ "Well, no", I said. Not sure if she or I knew if I meant I didn't mind that she was going out, or that I didn't want her to go, that I would rush to my book of spells to cancel what I had started. But she gave me no choice an...
© 2015 Sal De Klerk, Kit Cartaii, All Rights Reserved Edited by ElmerStudd Authors Note: The outline called for a longer story involving more activity and characters, unfortunately, Kit was unable to continue writing his part. I may continue this on my own if there is enough demand for it. Warning: This story contains adult content and offensive languag...
This story continues my attempt to mix erotica and mystery. I thank the readers who gave a favorable reception to the first chapter of The Naked and the Dead. This chapter starts where that one ended. This chapter probably will not make sense unless you have already the first chapter. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but the...
"Fuck!" Cassie started awake as I sat up. "What? What is it?" "What time is it?" She looked over at the clock on her bedside table. "Quarter to five... why?- oh..." realization dawned on her. I had to get home now. "Fuck. Fuck! Where are my pants?" I scrambled out of the bed, adrenaline waking me up. "Here," she tossed my shirt to me, a slight note of...
I worked with a cute little Indian girl named Bushra for a couple of years. I was easily old enough to be her father. But we used to poke fun at each other, and even flirt with each other from time to time. I always wondered if she had "daddy issues". But I never pursued it. Not that I didn't fantasize about it on occasion. I just thought it was silly to eve...
Though they call it a May-December, my relationship with Doug spanned the months of January to April—exactly one semester of my third year of art school. He entered the picture during the last week of school before winter break, which coincided with my 20th birthday. It was an unusually busy morning at Crema, my favourite café and study spot. There weren't...
I love taking men, especially strong men and turning them into whimpering little bitches, as a dominatrix it's what I do. The name is Mistress Mali and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. No, it's not my birth name. Azizah Sheikh is the name I was given at birth by my parents, Muhammad and Halima Sheik...