Chapter 17 Misery loves company They were in bed by midnight and perhaps as expected they were about to have sex. When he began to mount her she lifted her legs higher, placing them on top of his shoulders. "Put it in the other way. I'm in the mood for it Demetri," she asked. It was different than what he was used to with her and when he got a nice rhyt...
This is a "Brooke"story. I have followed the spambot's plot outline very loosely indeed. Caution: contains violence. CHAPTER 1 "So you've come to talk about the Prius again? You've got the money?" "Not quite. I was thinking maybe paying a little less." "Mmm, that's quite a big discount," the woman said. "Come back this evening, and we'll go for a test...
I stood in front of the salon with the Groupon printout in my hand. I held it like an award I had won and was proud to have. It was a pick-me-up gift from my mother for when I got my next interview or two. That was why I was here, to get my nails done for an interview I had the next day. I wanted to get my hair done, but - well, my budget wasn't going to han...
She saw him sitting across the bar. He was alone, probably the only single guy in the bar, although the chances that he was actually single and not just looking for something extra-curricular seemed rather remote to her. Though not conventionally attractive, there was something about the dark eyes and the arch of his brows that attracted her attention, and w...
I never was very much with the ladies. More a beer and skittles man really. My wife, Alison is much different, though. Considerably younger than me and standing more than four inches taller, she has a voracious appetite for life and that includes sex. Personally, I have never really seen the fascination with sex that Alison has. I have a reasonable collectio...
She snatched the cool can of orange cream soda from the machine, popped it open and pressed it to her hot forehead, the bubbles hissing and tickling her brow. Screw him, she thought, opening her door and kicking off her sneakers. What the hell was Stu's problem? Fucking men. No. Scratch that. Take that back. Not "men". Boys. Nasty, dirty, sophomoric little b...
I looked at my phone as it started buzzing at 17.59hrs, the ringtone was on loud as well: "Remember this aria?" Says Jennifer Beale's character, the faint strains of opera in the background. "Oh," says Leisha Hailey's character thoughtfully, "You mean our third date? When you finger fucked me at the Opera? Before telling me you didn't think we were right fo...
It was a perfect afternoon. Perfect is not the same in every place. On a perfect day in Montana, its 65 degrees and you can see forever. In New Orleans, on this day, it's 87 degrees and raining. A slow steady rain. All the wrought iron is shiny black. All the 200-year-old buildings look like they were built yesterday. You expect to see ladies in hoop skirts...
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. This headache was just getting worse. The entire afternoon she has spent in the boardroom with stuffy, uptight men in suit and ties listening to them argue over the presentation. It had to be ready for the meeting tomorrow. It had to be done right, and she would have to do it herself. She spoke quietly, "This is...
Way up North Bondage and Camping Camping and Bondage Stories Stopping to talk to a few others and stare, we soon arrived at Gracie and Charlie's RV. They were sitting on the small deck attached to it. Gracie was wearing a leather bustier type thing with her big boobs floating out the top like a Playboy Bunny. On her wrists and ankles those familiar black...