Fresh from the shower, I pad out of the bathroom naked, trailing wisps of steam. I head toward the bedroom to see what you've selected for me this evening. The garter belt and stockings are no surprise. The dress you've selected is. It's a slinky cocktail dress with an off the shoulder black lycra top that clings to my curves and then flares into a short, fl...
(Read the series Good morning India for the background of the adventures of Kira) * - Kyrhan, you are the luckiest man I have ever met. I'm sure you don' realize it. I would happily pay one million pounds to have someone like Kira as my mate. - Do you have problems with your wife Linda, Peter? You have been married for ten years now and I had always thoug...
I don't love him. Let's make that crystal clear right now. I don't know if I like him, but whenever I'm chilling after classes are over, he'll come to my dorm room unexpectedly, bother me with his silly dance moves or his little stories about all the girls he hits on, and my heart will just hammer out of nowhere... Ugh...he thinks he's such a playboy. To b...
Magda Peter was nervous and embarrassed. Nervous about showing me his house, embarrassed about not paying for the taxi which had just thrown us up right next to three certain mailboxes of internet fame. He hadn´t even thought about money, that the taxi had to be paid and that he had no money with him, until now. I liked it so much I was worried. What if I l...
It's been a while since I wrote about Katie. I'm sorry to those who got disappointed with the turning points. I must admit, it was just a twist to add a bit more than just a perfect relationship between a much older man and a much younger woman who's only beginning to really discovery herself. Anyway, given all that, I decided to not post the remaining four...
INTRODUCTION: This follows on from my earlier story 'Rule of Thumb.'I realise there are other sections where this story could have been placed. However, for reasons that I hope will become clear, this is my preferred choice. As ever, comments are welcome. Part 1 - "The very essence of romance is uncertainty" (Oscar Wilde) After many months of abstinence...
Illustrated version of this chapter available on request Paul was deep in thought as he reread the last two pages over again. It was ten after eleven on a Tuesday morning. He had been writing since six, and had two pages that were almost right to his way of thinking, when he heard the mailman approaching his front door, and then saw the letter drop from the...
December 29th (Wednesday) I'd just gotten home from work. I threw off my sweat stained uniform, tossed it in on the couch and made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my boxers. "It's too damn hot in this apartment." I muttered to myself and cut on the central air. I usually hated using the AC, it always grew too cold too rapidly, but it was unse...
Zecair was just one city of dozens that was home to Zecarin elves, but being the first it gave its people their namesake. The entire city was housed in a hollowed out mountain that was once a volcano, making it almost impenetrable. Shielded from eyes, ears, siege engines, and unwanted visitors the Zecarin people could prosper unmolested. It was the sanctuary...
He'd dared her, and he shouldn't have. For months they'd chatted, trading stories and making each other hot and bothered (and much more) dozens of times. Finally, one afternoon, Dee had opened her mail to find a message from Jas. Expecting an opening gambit for that night's chat session, she'd instead read: "Four Seasons. Room 1124. I dare you." The only...