I sneak out of Adrian's eighth-floor apartment the morning after, shoes and rumpled coat in hand. I gently close the front door. Zip up the back of my dress. My underwear is missing, and I don't need a mirror to know that my makeup is a mess. I pad down the hall in my bare feet until I reach the elevator. The pre-dawn air is refreshing. Rich with condensa...
After that first night of great fucking at her sexy Latin neighbor's apartment, Vivienne couldn't stop thinking about it. It occupied her mind at work, at home, when she was out -- basically all the time. Her pussy would tingle at the thought of that happening again. Strangely enough, she hadn't run into Julio since it happened. She had her apartment opened...
With it being Zach and I's one year anniversary this week I was panicking. I didn't know what I was going to do I hadn't ever needed to do something for a boyfriend, they had never really lasted this long. After I spent that night with him last year we had agreed to start dating after realising that we had more than just sexual feelings for each other. We th...
XXXVII Amna was sitting on the sofa in the living room, when Salim entered after her long day at work. As always, she was naked apart from the curiously ornate ebony dildo she had strapped around her waist. It was Amna’s current favourite, and one she hardly ever took off. Salim had examined it at length and was impressed by the subtle markings which forme...
We always had a sales meeting associated with the convention. The whole sales force would be in town and there would be lots of activities together. This year we were in Detroit. Jeff, the rep there was known for being a wild man. He seemed to always be in trouble with HR but he always had the best sales numbers. It was expected that the local guy would get...
Part one, through Dean's perspective. Mia's perspective coming soon! Please let me know what you think! Brutal honesty is much appreciated! Xoxox ***** I grab the first things that my hands touch, knowing that no matter what it was it would be fine. Khakis and something. Today: a light blue button up. Whatever. My backpack is too heavy, the morning air...
November 1, 2004 Dear You: My mother would be thrilled to hear what I'm about to tell you. I'm sure you remember that she's been trying to bring me over to Wicca for years. What a contradiction she is, an evangelical witch, seems oxymoronic to me. Anyway, I know that if I were to share this with her, she would send thanks up to the Goddess and invite me to...
Quick note: I'm a feedback whore. Comment, please. Even if it is to tell me I'm incredibly fucked up. Enjoy! *********** The two men watched their prey silently from their pickup truck as she walked home from school. Samantha's head was down to her phone as it normally was. She sipped hot apple cider from a little thermos and just kept merrily on her way....
"I've got an addiction to older Black women, and while I know how iffy that seems, I've got no other way to fulfill my needs," Suleiman said, and the young Haitian Muslim man sighed deeply, a forlorn look on his handsome face. This wasn't his day, to be sure. Recent hardships had taken their toll on Suleiman, mentally and physically. He simply couldn't belie...
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