Thanks to the delicious Faye_Skylark for allowing me to borrow the delightful world of Whore Division; hope you enjoy my humble homage! * Kira Sallet raised an eyebrow amusedly as the hefty black man sitting on her left gratuitously pressed his thigh against hers. She wondered if he could tell that she was wearing stockings, patterned black hold-ups that...
We all have dark secrets locked away in the deep recesses of our imaginations, those of you who have read my earlier work will already know that I possess some deep dark fantasies. I have been lucky in the past that some of my wildest fantasies have actually come true, including this little story that has fulfilled my ultimate fantasy and, as they say, fact...
I moaned loudly as the phone's ringing refused to stop. I rolled twice toward the sound, tossing blankets to the side as I did, and reached up to grab the phone. "Hmmmm?" I voiced into the receiver. "Ms. Calista Holiday?" a deep voice asked. "Yes," I responded. "This is Aidan Conner. I must regretfully inform you of the death of your great-aunt, Faye Mich...
"Ugh!" I cried out as I threw my phone down at the table. "Why can't he just leave me alone?" Paige rolled her eyes and grabbed up the offending device and read the text message aloud. "'I need you back baby. I wanna fuck you so bad!'? Seriously? Does the douche even think that'll work?" I grimaced as I pressed the straw of my iced tea to my lips as though...
Part 1. It was a muggy summer evening; we girls were enjoying a pleasant after dinner drink on the balcony of a rather smart hotel overlooking the river Dart. Conversation was jovial and took the usual saucy turn amid our giggling and laughter. We were in full flow, when a very elegant looking lady, complete with a large gin & tonic approached us and asked...
The Afghanistan's rocky desert was completely still and silent. It stretched for many freezing miles in all directions and was strewn with ancient torn canyons and shifting sand dunes. Each feature was tantalisingly revealed in mysterious shapes of red, ochre and gold by the bright stars that punctuated the night sky and a low-hung sliver of dusty grey moonl...
Around 4 a.m., with my arms around Becky's warmth, my face nestled in her hair, I sank into a deep, Mariana Trench sleep. A sleep so ocean deep, nothing, short of a bomb planted by Jacques Cousteau under the bed, would wake me up. When I finally cracked opened my eyes, the clock next to the bed said it was 5 a.m.. After blinking out the blurriness, I reali...
"So you think there's something wrong with Auntie Flo? I was at the house yesterday and she looked okay to me. So what if she when to the church bingo Saturday then the church picnic on Sunday?" Jessie told Danny and she carefully emptied some flour into the large bowl Chad was mixing furiously. It was late Tuesday afternoon, three days after her fall at th...
Authors note: This story represents something I might like to happen. The thing is it would be nice if I could find someone likeminded I already know to experiment with rather than having to meet strangers and so forth and that more about me personally. Here is a story about how it might occur. I am actually going to get very autobiographical here and I have...
My husband had been addicted to Korean spas since he was assigned as a young lieutenant at Yongsong prior to my joining him in country. I was just a young woman at twenty years of age and not worldly. After I arrived and got settled in our apartment, the first thing he wanted to do was drag me to a spa. I didn't really want to go. I was really disappointed w...