We don't get a lot of customers at Logan Books. The store is a dusty affair with dark wooden stacks. Dust dances in the air when light shines through the dirty windows. A book called Kama Sutra sits open on the shelf in front of me. The photograph shows the woman on top, her back arched, hair swinging, mouth agape, nipples erect, suspended in pleasure. He cu...
I'm not your beauty queen, runway model, Barbie Doll or beautiful Princess in the storybooks. I am however to a lot of men a Goddess of sorts. Webster defines a Goddess as a woman whose charm arouses adoration, and according to those who do know me, I have an attitude and outlook on life that can charm the best if them, just as a Cobra can charm his enemy....
Jessica is in a nightclub, dancing away in a circle of her friends in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Suddenly she feels a large hand touching her hip. She turns to see a tall, light skinned black man. Jessica peels away from her friends and starts to dance with the stranger. They move progressively closer as they gyrate. Jessica runs her hands over his...
Part 2: Lisa's Story I'm Lisa. My husband George has already related to you some of our experiences with Patrick and Michelle in "Lured". This is the continuation of that story. After our first session of sex we relaxed for a bit on the soft flokati rug. Michelle was sucking on Patrick's dick while I was working on George's. Both guys were soon ready for...
The name is Franklin Perez Bronson. A tall, good-looking, brown-skinned young man of African-American and Hispanic descent. I'm a Criminal Justice student at Boston College, a first-rate sexual adventurer and an aspiring urban fiction writer. I'm here to tell you about one of the best weekends of my life. The kind that other people can only dream of. Steamie...
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring--wait! was that a thump downstairs? Wakened from your light, anxious slumber, you quietly slipped from your bed, your nighty swishing around your thighs. Silently making your way down the stairs, you peek your head around the corner of the stairwell. You can't believe wh...
Lucas Somerville grew up always knowing what was expected of him. His father made that clear from the start. He was to have the best of everything- school, clothes, friends, all in preparation of taking over the family manufacturing business and continuing to hold up the torch of the Somerville family. There was one wrinkle in the elder Somerville's plans th...
This was supposed to be our night, and once again, he fucks it up. Never mind the fact that he's had to watch his back at his job because of recent layoffs, check in on his parents once a week or that on my one day off I got stuck watching after his brother's kids. After two weeks of careful plotting, planning and step classes (to look toned and tasty in my...
Jackson pulls into the driveway and turns the engine off. He kisses my hand in the darkness. "There's a bottle of Shiraz inside with our name on it," he says. "Sounds delish." We step out of the Audi and go up the stone path to the house. All the lights are off. Jackson unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I look around at the hardwood floors and...
So, the basis of these stories is that Caroline is a stuck up, nasty boss that everyone fuckin' hates, with a passion. She's mean, but pretty, although sarcastic, with a plummy English Home Counties accent. She thinks she is better than everyone else. Caroline is a Senior Partner on a Business Park/Industrial Estate and works with her Husband, Peter. He is...