The bindings were tight around my wrists as I was lead down the passage, and held my arms firmly behind my back, though I did not struggle. My white dress seemed to glow even in the dim light of the guestroom area, and my bare feet were silent on the soft carpet. I bowed my head as was expected of me, though my heart raced and I desperately wanted to look in...
Willow backed away. "You said you wouldn't kill me here." "Who said anything about killing?" Angelus said silkily. His eyes were fastened on her slim white throat and they held a glimmer of green. She noticed where his attention was directed. "You are going to kill me." "No, I'm not." He didn't say anything about not biting though, he wasn't going to lea...
Willow stealthily made her way up the path to Giles' apartment. She looked left and right, wary of both human and demon interference. Thankfully, the path was clear. She reached the front wall of his Spanish style apartment and peaked in the small window. Giles lay there on the couch. He was clearly sleeping, his glasses rested crookedly on his nose. His f...
Willow, Good Morning, my sweet. Come to me after you read this. Wear my gift. A Willow folded the note with trembling hands. She peered into the red gift bag which was lined with black tissue paper. She pulled a cream satin nightgown and matching robe out. They were delicately made, almost spider web like. Each was vined around the neck with a green rose...
This story is the third of the series featuring Elsie and Connor. If you haven't read the first two, then they are available here and here. Although they're in different categories, they're all really romance. Hope you enjoy. This is dedicated to Elsie Grey. She should know why by now. * * * Elsie waved the box at him, unable to get her brain around what...
With a leisurely deep drag on a 120 cigarette, Julie's opal-shaped blue eyes drifted down to the fashion magazine laying open in her lap. My tongue rapidly flicked in and out of her vagina, while she absentmindedly turned the pages of the magazine, and then exhaled a long tight cone of smoke. Wisps of smoke hung above her, like tiny white clouds. The smell...
My mom had a boutique in a small town in Michigan and when I finished college, she gave it me to run and went into semi retirement. My dad had died when I was still in high school and mom had made a good living from the boutique, enough to live comfortably and still finance my college education. I attended Michigan State and got my degree in business admin...
When the door opened, the white fur slid from her shoulders and she was absolutely naked.... It all started as a dare.... And Sydian, 'Mistress of the Calculated Risk,' thought it one dare too good to pass up.... Some friends, a few wmn like herself: secure, independent, quite professional—you've met them: Avia, Nika, Golden; some sisters of the vaginal-typ...
Fenella McLeod was a respectable married lady. At least, she was married to a man who was – James liked to describe it – 'something in the city.' And her family was an old Scottish one, of impeccable lineage. It occasionally weighed heavy upon her, because she was twenty eight years of age, slim and attractive in a very Scottish way, with long, straight, sil...
For the next few days, Rose stepped warily around the house; but she didn't need to, because Ryan was avoiding her with equal diligence. "What's wrong with you?" Lynnette snapped at her on the fourth day. "You jump every time someone comes in the room." What was wrong was typical—typical enough that it made Rose feel foolish, more idiotic than she already...