For me, one of the joys of summer was that the clock lost all meaning. Up until four in the morning, who cares, I'll just sleep till the middle of the afternoon. And that's what I often did. I was hardly what you'd call a "pretty sleeper." I would toss and turn, and get wrapped up and turned around in my covers only to wake up laying on top of them in my tan...
*** Hi!!! This is the THIRD installment of WITHIN AMIE I'm a part time English speaker so naturally, there would be grammar mistakes and confusing sentences here and there LOL so I'm sorry for that. With love, Jayleen *** Edmund looked at me questioningly. I refused to meet his gaze as I pretended to be occupied with trimming my mother's roses. I put ea...
This is the third chapter of the story of when, due to a chance encounter, I would be turned from an online to a real world slut at the hands of a beautiful young woman who would become my mistress. Although each chapter may be read on its own, it is best to read them in sequence. ***** I have no idea how long I was lying there on the bed. My eyes were cl...
Lost in Eros Book I: The Manor The Masquerade, Part I Tascha was feeling more relaxed about life in the Manor. Somehow, knowing that life here was relatively safe and stable translated into feeling more comfortable with going with the flow. There was also the fact that time was somehow not in sync with their normal world, which meant, Tascha thought, that...
Lost in Eros Book I: The Manor The Second Floor Tascha and Don splashed out of the hot tub and down into the pool, which they quickly crossed and climbed out of. Going to the left, they entered the large shower room. The water was, of course, wonderfully warm. Don seemed to just assume that he should wash Tascha's hair, getting a handful of SHAMPOO and st...
Chapter 1 (no sex) I first saw her around mid-July. My wife’s birthday was in two days and my daughter demanded I come with her to the mall to pick out a gift. I didn’t much care for birthdays, I rarely thought of my own as much more than another day at work. However, my giddy fourteen-year-old daughter, Leslie, wouldn’t let me think otherwise and demanded...
"Only a whore prefers Blacks, the good woman will welcome death rather than being touched by a Black man," that's part of the Arabic literature on racial relations between Africans and Arabs, and it stems from the earliest days of the supposedly egalitarian (racially speaking) Islamic faith. It explains why even though you will see lots of Arab men with Afri...
When Eleanor Martin took a last look in the mirror, a small yelp of amusement escaped her. The transformation was extraordinary. She looked younger than her 23 years. Eighteen at most. It was partly the hair – cut short by a gay Columbian with a shaven head at a cost that had made her gasp. But what the hell. The magazine had paid. They'd helped with the mak...
As they drove up the long, tree-lined drive, the shape of the 18th century House slowly began to reveal itself to them on the horizon. They pulled up outside the east wing of the imposing building, parked the car and grabbed their bags from the back. Sara reached out and took Pete's hand as they walked across the gravel towards the main reception together....
There is a tree in your backyard. When your house was sold to you, the previous owner could not stop smiling as she pointed it out to you. You couldn’t understand why. It didn’t seem like a remarkable tree, and for the first year you lived in the house, you didn’t notice anything. It looked like every other oak tree you’d ever seen or climbed over as a chi...