Reconnect I'm a slut and a whore. You wouldn't know it from looking at me, hell, I didn't even know it about myself for the longest time, but I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the type of girl that you can expect to pick up in a bar with a few drinks and witty one liner or two. No, that's not me and that's not what I mean. I'm a slut who craves cock, who cr...
Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie ***** The holidays had been an excruciating exercise in tolerance. The beautiful Manor house th...
Maxwell I: Pretty Thoughts Oh, this book is rubbish. I reached up to pull the black band from my hair and ran my fingers through the roots, mentally reminding myself for the thousandth time it was probably time for a haircut. As for the novel, I decided to give it a few more pages before heading back inside to my mess of a flat. The construction company...
Over a month had drifted by & he has been quiet on the social front, still unsure if he was back in my good books after all he had done I suspect. Towards the end of the weeks he got unsettled & I wait for some sort of tryst to be proposed but no. It was Thursday & another weekend was approaching. Would he let it go by? Dinner over & we sat opposite at the t...
A Promising Advertisement First Contact My name is Solange. I am divorced from my cheating husband and, having no children, and a steady income from my job as a medical secretary, I am a free woman. I am reasonably attractive (if I say so myself), hazel eyed brunette, about five feet, six inches tall and a little under ten stone. My body is a little soft bu...
Showing Off, Showing More and Showing Skill There must be something about the onset of summer. This time of year, as the temperature rises, my libido escalates, my daring side begins to awaken from its winter slumber and my exhibitionist tendencies emerge. As the calendar slips into June, most of my college classmates have left this college town for their...
Chapter Four Melanie Thiesman Carla picked up the other book. It was a journal, kept in a composition notebook. On its cover was, "My Journal of Exploration by Melanie Thiesman." The script was in a delicate and neat handwriting. Carla was sure that someone whispered, "Read. Understand," yet, no one was there with her. At 4:00 in the afternoon, on Dec. 22,...
Author's Note: Mad apologies about the lateness. My life is in complete upheaval at the moment. Chapter Six is on the way! Sienna H. ******** Tegan woke the next morning and the feeling of exhilaration had yet to dissipate. She was still slightly sore, deliciously so, from last night's sack session with Derek. As usual, it had been an all-nighter. Her body...
Keli's legs were still shaky and her thighs burned like they did after a good workout. She was idly nibbling on a hastily prepared salad as her mind tried to organize the barrage of thoughts assaulting it. She was disgusted by her husband's recent behavior. By recent she meant roughly the last twelve months. While she was disgusted by his behavior, she still...
This story follows on from my debut Entertaining at Home. I've divided it in two mainly because when I started it I was determined to make this one shorter and more snappy than its predecessor. I failed – maybe next time. Comments welcomed again. Hope you enjoy it. ***** My debut as a stripper on a public stage was, looking back, the result of a series of...