Gabriel prefers to be called Gabriella at night and on weekends when her real preferences come to life. Olga is his wife. Daniel, virile, strong, and masculine, was forced to become Danielle. Danielle excused herself. She could not sleep with you and me that night since she had to catch the red eye flight to go home to her (sexually useless) wife. I was ge...
All people in the story are 18 years of age or older. My Blackberry vibrated on the desk at work. I picked it up but did not know the number calling me. "Hello, this is Jim." "Do you usually face fuck young girls in the front seat of your Silverado?" asked a very sexy female voice. Not knowing who this was but also ready for about anything I answere...
The Halloween party was really kicking into overdrive. My friend Kyle was off making out with his girlfriend, and my other friends Nathan and Rob were over by the kegs, trying to finish one off between them, leaving me alone on the dance floor; well, not really alone, it was packed. People were pressed together, trying to dance, as the band played off in the...
She awoke from her nap, feeling the most amazing sense of contentment. She slid gently from the bed, and assumed her position. She was facing the door, on her knees, hands on her thighs, eyes on the floor. After a minute or two, he opened the door, and slowly walked around her in a circle. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the view. She could almos...
I don't know how long I slept, but when I awoke it was to the smells of wine sautéed scampi, and pasta with marinara sauce. Sniffing lightly, I also detected the smell of freshly chopped bell peppers and avocado, which I knew were part of the fresh salad ingredients I'd bought while shopping with Red earlier. What caught my attention next was far more alluri...
The main market buzzed happily with villagers. Haggling and friendly banter resounded around the square; a square that was filled with booths and stands of all sorts of different things. A booth near the center seemed to catch everyone's attention. It was blindingly colorful, with all sorts of different flowers and plants. Belle stood at the booth, oblivio...
When I woke up, I was on the couch. I couldn't remember where I was at first. It was a lovely London morning outside, lots of fog but pleasant. The light filtered in through the window. Mark was late last night. He'd called me from his mobile at some discotheque and said that since it was Paul's birthday, he wouldn't be home until sometime after one o'cloc...
Copyright © 2013 Naoko Smith Many thanks to Bramblethorn, who has survived the gay werewolves in an alleyway chapter and agreed to continue editing. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series has two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(story)' in the blurb and...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my fourth day with the firm) *** After my session with Mrs. Langley I arrived back at Maynard's and had some lunch with two other fello...
For all those who have been waiting here is Bk2 of the werewolf saga, Chpt 1. Please enjoy I look forward to hearing your comments. Be prepared for some interesting turns of events. * * * * * Time: Modern day. Ari sat in front of her computer screen looking at the architectural designs of the building yet in the back of her mind she was thinking of the ot...