Chaquela checked her hair in the mirror one last time before feeling absolutely satisfied. Every hair was in place, every curl and wave sheer perfection. It had to be. Tonight, when his girlfriend left, she intended to give Antonio Furman a fuck he'd remember before heading off to play defensive tackle for the Miami Dolphins and with her two-foot tall weave,...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * I am Jazeera, granddaughter of Sheik Abdul Azziz bin Sultan bin Mofstaffa al Bedou, the absolute ruler of the kingdom of Al-Kharijah. It is the year of the Desert Witches, which corresponds to the end of the reign of Rameses the Second in Egypt. Grandfather had been an ally of the Pharaoh during the war against the...
I kept replaying the events in my head. The dress... Donovan... Sam... I had never done anything like that. I hadn't even thought about it. But I liked it... No. I loved it. What had happened to me? Was I always like this? I honestly couldn't remember. All I could think about was cock. And where was Sam? I hadn't heard from him since it happened and that wa...
I sit patiently, for hours at a time. Waiting, and watching for any sign to let me know she is there. The things I want to say to her, dancing in my head. Wanting to feel her words caress the depths of my mind. There she is, oh how I've missed her. Will she be timid today, or come on like the tigress of yesterday. Does she even realize how she affects me? W...
I tend to kill plants. I don't do it on purpose, but they just seem to die when I'm in charge of taking care of them. The only plant that survived in my care for a significant amount of time was a shamrock that I took home from my wedding. It was an incredibly hearty plant—it would have to be to endure my "care!" I was married on St. Patrick's Day in 1990, a...
*Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Litt...
Desire... a word so ingrained in his head since the first time that he saw her when she walked into the cafe with long, teased, brown hair. Her quiet, cold, calmness shouted to all that no one could break through the surface of her ocean. Ice was all that she was. She had a masterful way of making everyone in the room look her way, some tried to sneak peeks,...
Dear Diary, He is coming tonight. Can you believe it? He will be here to take me away from all this pain and loneliness. I am so excited that I don't know what to do with myself. I've showered twice and have changed my clothes at least a dozen times. What will we do? Will he want to fuck right away or will he take me to dinner? I am so confused and yet, I h...
It had been months since she had been touched by a man. And the longer she was made to wait, the greater her want grew. She had reached the point of being almost numb to her own touch. The ever more elaborate scenarios she had set up as she locked herself in her bathroom were becoming less and less effective in satisfying her desires. She had never had tro...
I arrive at the party and single you out almost immediately. Fencenet stockings, a miniskirt so short that I catch glimpses of your hot-pink thong... so fucking alluring; 'My holes shall be filled tonight!' your whole outfit calls out. I get drunk quickly and I'm horny as hell. I wander out back behind the house to have a quick toke. I sneak behind the shed...