Thanks to everyone who sent me some comments. I'm new to erotic fiction, and hope to improve my writing. ------------------------------------- Jewell’s last massage with her masseur, Brian, had left her hot and bothered. Although she had known Brian for several years, he had been nothing but professional with her until her last massage when he took a few m...
He'd made it his habit to walk all the floors after he finished the paperwork of his night audit shift at the small town hotel. It wasn't at all unusual to find suites wide open, an open invitation to unwanted guests. The construction workers doing the renovations were just too lazy to keep going to the front desk to get keys, so they just jammed something i...
Katie hated Valentine's Day. Every part of the celebration made her throw up in her mouth. The moment Christmas was over stores would be taken over by pink and red crap. The idea that as children you were expected to dish out little paper valentines to all your classmates was ridiculous. As adults it was expected you either embraced the holiday with your one...
Alan smiled at the perky blonde college student in the passenger seat of his sedan. "So Catelyn, have you figured out what your major is going to be yet?" "Mister Denny, are you wearing makeup?" It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Her brown eyes watched him without flinching, waiting to see how he'd respond. The question was so unexpected, it knifed...
I watched as Julissa showered herself on the deck of the houseboat the next morning and reflected on how the night before, she surrendered herself to us. How her body pleasured us and how we pleasured her. Scott and I had decided to take the houseboat out for a couple of days on Pleasant Lake, and enjoy the peace and solitude offered by the local waterways a...
Anne stood to one side as her husband, Councillor Brian Timpson, laid his wreath at the town's war memorial and a bugler played the Last Post. The Mayor of Attleton Market, Councillor Derek Tate, had gone to visit a small town in France on a fact finding mission as' twinning' the two towns had recently been discussed, and wasn't therefore able to perform the...
Everyone has secrets, anxieties and insecurities, and I am definitely no exception, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I stand five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, a fine exemplar of the beautiful Northeast African/Horn of Africa woman. Beauties like me are found in nations...
I pulled my beat up 10 year old green truck (jokingly nicknamed the Ugly Truckling by a friend) behind Claudia's almost as beat up blue Honda, turning off the engine and removing the faceplate from the CD player. Since the move a few months ago Claudia and I's cars had been broken into twice so I didn't leave anything in the car that would invite yet another...
It started when I was very young. As far as I can remember I was a social misfit. Not that I hated people, or had much complaints about living in society. The simple fact was I could not accept all of society's dicta lying down. Ever since I was a kid I felt revitalized whenever I got away from the evils of social excesses and affectations. For me life was l...
I've worked at plenty of jobs in my lifetime. Unfortunately, have not had great luck with keeping jobs. However, there is one job in particular that has always kept me on my toes night after night: Pizza Delivery. The pizza place I worked at near my house was always an all guy staff, for as long as I had known. That was, up until I came back to work there af...