By the time that Katrina woke up enough to realize where she was and what was going on it was weeks later, full moon light streaming into the window within her room, washing over there nude forms. Groaning from the soreness in her body she rolled over to come face to face with Donovan's sleeping form, the situation almost ironic to her as she smiled softly....
***** Author's Notes: In these stories I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all of the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this...
I took Simon back to his bed and went back to the night-desk where Nicky was sitting with her book. She looked up at me and gave me that knowing smile again. "Everything alright?" she asked. "Oh, yes, no problems," I replied, hoping that I sounded convincing. "You were gone a long time," said Nicky, "I was going to come looking for you. To see if you n...
The heat of the morning's sun rising soon took it's toll on me as I began to sweat. The stickiness soon roused me from my enjoyable slumber. A glance at the blue water was enough to make me want to take a dip to cool off. Leaving Becky sleeping, I walked down the beach past our little girl, Taylor, and Amanda, Becky and Walker's little girl, digging for peri...
It was last day of her senior year, but Mila had dutifully reported for class. The Class of 92 was graduating in a few weeks, and she had one last thing she'd been wanting to do before she left for college. Her last class was Art, and, when the bell rang, the few students practically ran out of the classroom. She and Mr. Walker were alone. "Yes, Mila?" he...
[ANGELICA] Angelica Wilson-Smythe watched the setting sun stain the clouds with vivid streaks of pink and orange. Even through her amber goggles, she had to narrow her grey eyes against the glare. Her blonde hair became burnished copper, matching the decking and tubes snaking through the vast zeppelin BRS Valiant. She closed her eyes and wished, not for th...
The name is James Monceaux. I'm a big and tall ( six foot-three and 270 pounds, to be exact ) , good-looking young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, life is good. Lots of good things have been happening for me this year. My girlfriend accepted my marriage proposal. We plan on getting hitched sometime in the...
My wife and I often fantasized about sharing her with other men, but we never thought it would ever really happen. In a way, I don't think we wanted it to happen. We realized that it's a fun idea when you're hot and horny, but when it's over, things might look a little different. The problem is, what do you do when you're presented with a golden opportunity...
Chapter 8 -- "Socrates' Mistresses" Maria Elena woke up early and set up the kitchen so Cecilia could prepare breakfast. Cecilia entered the kitchen with a rather concerned look on her face, partly because Pedro was still in bed sick, and partly because correctly suspected that she had interrupted something between her housemate and Victor. As usual, the...
You sigh as you walk down the street, heading to your family's store. For four generations, your family has run 1 of the world's most prestigious auction houses. While there were many auction locations, there's also a storefront in downtown New York. You had wanted to get away from the family business, majoring in journalism at Columbia. However, after your...