Alex drew back coolly, and walked away. These intermittent pauses were ripe with tension, and served as subtle reminders that Serena was on Alex's clock. Serena knew that every inch of her suffering was on display to Alex, who would languidly stop to admire her pet. Alex smoked a cigarette, leaning against the far end of the room. She stared at her Serena,...
Many thanks to whoredinarygirl for first editing and improving this story. Total supplication to the amazing DawnJ and Secretsxywriter. Both author/editors have story pages that look like Monopoly boards because of the red hotels all over them. But the red H's stand for "hot," and they're awarded because readers have voted the stories among the highest scor...
Serena took the longest, hottest shower of her life. When she was done she got lost looking at her reflection, unsure of who the woman staring back at her was anymore. She pinched her eyes shut and saw Jacob, the insanity plastered on his face. Serena was responsible for his downfall. One kiss and he was done for. She had accused him of ruining her life the...
Serena crossed the college campus like she had done so many times before. She noted the park like qualities of the school as she headed out towards her car. She had to exit through the Science Department building before she could completely leave though. She sighed as she walked through the lonely hallways. She needed to pick up one book and leave two others...
In a beautiful room of the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles, International Women's Tennis Champion Serena Williams lay on top of Hollywood actress Lisa-Ray McCoy. Looking into her beloved's eyes, Serena grinned. It wasn't that long ago that they met for the second time. The Down Low Sisterhood of Hollywood, which Serena Williams secretly rules, had recently recru...
Serena Williams looked at Raven Symone and Brenda Song, the newest members of the Down Low Sisterhood of Hollywood. The two recruits, one African-American and the other Asian, looked really hot. The three of them were in a plush chamber of the suburban Atlanta mansion which the Sisterhood provided for their private activities. To Serena Williams expert eyes,...
Alex couldn't stop thinking about Serena. The paperwork below her was an unintelligible mess; her computer screen was a blur. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Serena's bound body, writhing on the bed as she exploded with orgasms. Every beautiful facet of that experience was tantalizing her in that moment. All desire beforehand, tempered in comparativel...
"Good evening, Serena, how are you?" Suleiman Machar asked the lady in his rather pleasant baritone voice. Serena silently observed him before replying. The tall, dark-skinned, ruggedly handsome lawyer stood in his office, looking at the City of Ottawa, Ontario, which sprawled beyond the window of his eleventh-floor office on Bank Street. The place looked de...
"I'm here I'm here I'm here!" Serena cried. She busted into the office with her left arm shielding the rumbling cup holder. She hammered one of its crisp white cups onto Cassandra's desk " Hot venti white mocha, ten pumps sugar, two pumps white mocha." Her boss stared at the cup in cold silence "Two pumps?" "Y-Ye-Yep"...
Serena stared intently at the glowing screen in the darkness of her bedroom. A warm spring breeze rustled the lacy curtains at the window beside her desk. As she typed, the keys clicked contentedly. Nervously wetting her lips with her tongue, breathing in quiet anticipation, she sat with one foot tucked under her. The bluish light from the screen illuminated...