A/N: I am so sorry for the ridiculous delay!! Lots of things got in the way! Enjoy ***** "No!" Angelica snickered into her phone, laughing harder at the sound of Ivan groaning on the other end of the line. "I'm serious! You've been so busy lately, it's like I never see you! We haven't even been on an actual date, you just come over and we waste time." S...
Chapter 1 Sluttage Some women are born sluts Some achieve slutdom Some have slutdom thrust upon them I could be called an undercover slut. Some people have suggested that growing up in a brothel sowed the seeds of my slutdom. I was in fact the last of my group of friends to lose their virginity. I do have a fairly strict definition of being deflowered:...
You had made a lot of bad choices in moments of extreme emotion, but this one was shaping up to be one of your worst. When the invitation came in the mail for Paul's wedding, it wounded you. He wasn't supposed to find someone before you did, let alone marry them. Your split had been amicable, even if the relationship nowadays was largely the occasional phon...
Verdigris covered the ancient bronze doorknocker and knob, just as thickly as rust coated the wrought iron fence that surrounded the property. Spanish moss hung from the bent boughs of ancient oaks amid waist-high weeds. The flagstones that once lead to the now sagging porch were upturned and blanketed in thick red mud. The little white paint that remained...
"Did you check the internet?" Mimi sat forward on the edge of the sofa and pushed her foot into Sven's palm. "Yep." He nodded, though didn't look up, focusing instead on the task at hand, making sure the deep red varnish went on evenly, that each toe was neatly polished. "Film starts at 5 like you said. We can get food after." "Perfect. Careful, you're not...
Wherein Lie My Dreams When I was a student at the Belle Arte Academy in Florence Italy, I first encountered what the locals call Tranvestiti or Madonna della Strada; what today we refer to as Transsexual Prostitutes, sometimes including the rarer Sex-changes. Some of the Transsexuals I'd encounter were obviously men masquerading as women, sometimes sportin...
"That's the guy from our, Toronto, office. He's kinda hot," Shelly whispered to her friend Amber. I had been tasked with reviewing all the IT projects presently in development, and to identify any redundancy. Our IT headquarters was located in, Vancouver. Amber and Shelly were strategically seated at the highest trafficked area of the bar. Dab smack in t...
Author's note: I would like to thank my editor, Talynnda, for all of her patience, and her great advice. ~~~~~~~~~ The other slave and I were washed hastily, then loaded into a charcoal minivan and bound to the plush seats. I was relieved to have something beside cement under my bottom. As we moved out onto the night-time streets, the slave beside me gigg...
"You don't get to argue Peaches, you're coming." I stood my ground, hands on my hips and a defiant grin threatening to split my face in two. "I can't, I have to work." He started to argue but he cut himself off at my chuckle. "You took time off for the Shady tour, beside's, Jack doesn't want to see you for another eight weeks." Game, set, match. "Oh, fine...
1 Calling Briton Chalo a shithole was an insult to other shitholes. The sprawling spaceport was a truly unique amalgamation of glamour and sleaze, from the ludicrously overpriced casinos on the main promenade to the dark, dank dens of vice and violence on the lower levels. The Convectorate had officially labeled the station an Unpacified Peripheral Territor...