Every Sunday Morning, Sydney wakes up at the crack of dawn, hours before her husband, just to wash her car, a Ford Mustang convertible. She spends hours washing, waxing and polishing her car until it sparkles like new. It's the same routine every Sunday, and recently she has been joined by her next-door neighbor, Ted, who watches her from his front porch....
Author's Note: This is a stand-alone story that is part of a larger series about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie's various adventures. In th...
I was sitting at my desk when my e-mail pinged in, it was my secretary that had just sent me her two weeks' notice and I needed to find a new one. Jessica had been with the company for 5yrs and helped me build it up by staying on top of everything. I started with her when I started this Tech Company, we started at 10 people and were now at over 300 people Do...
It was 5:30 AM. Ordinarily, Tom wouldn't get out of bed this early without the need to go to class. But this was the time Cliff and Casey got breakfast before their morning workout routines. He'd thrown back a cup of coffee before driving up to the campus diner where the two had convened at, and even that barely had him wired enough. "Cliff'll give me hell...
"What about it?" I asked. "Well, you see, Mami needs a little money," she said, still stroking. "What? Can we not talk about this now?" I was getting close to cumming and in no mood for this. "Look, honey, your Mami has some big debts to pay, and she needs yours." Referring to herself in the third person wasn't giving her request any more weight, but it s...
Maxwell I: Bloodstream. M-M-Ma...Maxwell! The sweet butchering of my name coupled with the vice of her cunt clamping down and around me was the calming force in my heart and the drug in my veins to keep me going. "Come on little one, let me hear you fucking sing." And sing she did, the scream that ripped through her throat spurring me on. Some nights...
It had been three days since my husband had left for his conference abroad; and in our three years of marriage I had grown accustomed to it. He was a research analyst, and frequently traveled out of the country, meeting with private clients as well as big corporations. He loved his job, and it came second to only one thing, me. I was lucky, and I knew it. I...
Mark is open. He is spread-eagle on the landing, his wrists bound by silk ropes to the curling balusters of the staircase. Two dozen candles of every shape, size, length and breadth flicker in the dark. A sheen of sweat begins to dot his skin. Diagonal shadow lines criss-cross his torso like the bars of a jail cell. He is naked, cock lying small and innocen...
(Author's Note: This is the last non-erotic chapter of Goddess. Thank you for your patience and I apologize in advance for the feels.) ***** Tom came to late next morning. His head was pounding like a drum, his stomach felt like it was going to explode, and every part of him otherwise felt like hell. "A hangover" he thought "Shit, I haven't had one of th...
Author's Note: Thank you, my friends for your encouragement and support as well as your thoughtful feedback on this piece. I am so grateful for each of you and am humbled by your kindness and your friendship. - - - I feel your hands sliding under the curve of my bottom; your fingers caress the cool, soft, smooth jersey-cotton fabric of my chocolate brown...