Richard looked at the time again. It was getting late. He was beginning to wonder why his wife, Monica was taking so long. He could smell the sweat scent of her perfume beginning to linger in the living room. She always smelled good and looked so inviting regardless what she was wearing. Richard finally decided to see what was keeping her. Monica was busy s...
The rain fills my consciousness, and I feel his lips on my shoulder. I pretend I am still sleeping; the cradle of comforting warmth there having lulled my senses, brought the world outside to a standstill. He takes a deep breath, his face still buried in my hair, and I feel my flesh quiver in response. Again I feel his lips graze my shoulder, this time his...
My given name is Alexandra but you can call me Alex. That's what the people I care about call me. I'm 29 years old and identify as lesbian. My sexual preference is young girls. Legal age, of course, but barely legal, thank you! This doesn't mean I don't have men in my life: I do. They are my clients, and they call me many names: Jennifer, Tiffany, Cheryl....
A/N For any of you that actually read these here are chapters 2 & 3. I'm sorry about the delay for this one but i have been swamped at work and with college. WARNING!! I write this for my own pleasure and i do like any feedback on this but what you think about my grammar IDC!! It is not my problem. For any that do read this Enjoy ***** Fay, Zeeke, Mac and...
"So, where are you from, Sharifa?" said Kirsten Fontaine, the tall, forty-something, blonde-haired White woman with the frosty smile as she looked at Sharifa Fetieh with all the affection one typically shows to a scurrying cockroach spotted when the kitchen light comes on. This one doesn't like me, Sharifa thought as Kirsten looked at her Hijab, and sighed....
From the instant she collapsed backwards against the inside of her front door and peeked out the curtains to make sure the cab was gone, Amber gradually felt as if her real body was slowly re-entering the shell of whatever it was she'd become over the previous hour. Surveying the darkness of her apartment, afraid to turn on a light and take a chance of seei...
The sun rose over the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. As is my custom, I rose with it. I didn't get home till the wee hours of the morning, since there was a full moon and I was away in the wilderness, for I had certain urgent matters to tend to. Nevertheless, I woke up rested and refreshed. After showering, getting dressed and eating breakfast, I wa...
Chapter 2 Nothing good ever came of Rosaline’s wishes. The last time it happened, she ended up fleeing and inventing a new identity to throw herself off the scent from The Order’s radar. She had few choices at that time, and no reason to stay. But could she stay now? She had her life here as Julia, a stable job that she liked, a nice apartment in the city...
Carly threw her overnight bag on the bed with a sigh. She really hadn't wanted to come here this weekend, no matter how much she loved her grandmother. Something about the old house had spooked her when she was a child, and even though she was an adult now, and had nothing specific to put her finger on, that creepy-crawly feeling at the base of her spine had...
Sara's Friday morning was filled with thoughts of her late night walk with Chris. She hated thinking about him but couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to get her hopes up just to be let down after finding out he had a girlfriend or was married. Such was her usual luck with men she took an interest in. She was very early for work this morning, as was her...