Dean scanned the directory beside the elevator as he ran his finger ran down the listings. There it was on the fourth floor; family court, that's where he needed to be. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped in. Although Dean had never stepped foot into the county court building, it was exactly the way he had envisioned it. The ceramic floor had long ago...
Jenna sighed as she ran her brush through her long hair. Back to reality. She had spent an amazing weekend with Luc, her perfect stranger. It had been the most erotic and intensely satisfying weekend of her life. But now, back in her own apartment she realised real life had resurfaced and she had to get ready for work. He had promised to call but Jenna had...
Danny was out with his good buddy, John, and John's girlfriend Angie. After having a few drinks at their place, they went out to the bar. Angie was a woman of average looks. She was about 5'3, 130 pounds, blue eyes and a light complexion. He had known her for several years but had only begun to be attracted to her for the past few months. Why was this? He ha...
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This is a follow-up to a story I wrote a couple years back and decided to continue. It should make sense even if you haven't read part 1. Enjoy! Part 2 I knew when I left the salon that day that Denise and I would not be seeing each other socially. It was purely a sexual thing. So as a result, I didn't see her again until it was time for another haircut. T...
This is part two of my second story, "Our Steven, Our Stephanie". I want to thank the readers out there who have offered their kind words of support and desires for continuation for this story. I realize the chapters seem a bit short, but I like to try to end my stories at the cliffhanger points so as to leave the readers on the edge of their seats, so to sp...
Author's Note: This story contains BDSM elements. All characters are over 18. Hope you enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my stories around, and accor...
By lamignonne and Zenmackie. * * * * * He made her put the collar on herself. He showed her how to open the clasp with the Allen key and watched her fix the steel band around her neck. It fit perfectly—snug against her skin but not tight enough to constrict her breathing in any way. He pocketed the key and just watched her as she knelt at his feet, feeling...
Her eyes seemed to burn as they stared into my soul. I lay in my bed. She had awoken me without making a sound or giving me the slightest motion. Her deepened gaze was enough to stir me from my sleep. She wore a long black dress and had long black hair. Her eyes though, her eyes were blue as the pale spring ice. It was those eyes that I looked into that n...
The wipers slap back and forth in a fluster, trying to stem the tide crashing over us. I find I can relate to the contraptions of metal and rubber as your hand strokes the bulge of my jeans and you give me that wicked grin. I swell and ache in the confines of my jeans as you lick your lips and stroke me again. "Come here, you." I growl as I take your chin i...