© Sadie Rose Bermingham and Bellora Quinn 2012 CHAPTER 2 HOME SWEET HOME? Thanks for all the nice comments on chapter one. By way of a reward, here's chapter two, all ready to be unwrapped. Hope you enjoy it. The usual warnings apply; LONDON LOVES...? contains scenes of a graphic nature involving horny young men often in multiples of more than two. Oh, an...
I met Anita Frank at Modeling Class, an idea borrowed from the world of painting. Basically, like in the visual arts, students study a model but rather than draw, they write about what they see and then share their work for critical evaluation with others in the class. Anita's badly pockmarked face was crimson red as she mumbled the words from her notebook:...
1 The night was beautiful. A combination of warm and cool. Many people were out on the street partying, living it up as if it was their last. One particular woman was walking the street with her hair as dark as the night flowing down her back. Her dark brown eyes were like the color of almonds. And her skin was nicely tanned with a tag of red blush on he...
Author's Note: This was requested by one of my readers. Read the tags before continuing. ***** The pole was icy against her skin. It cut through the skimpy clothes she wore like a dart through paper, defeating the purpose of her thong and bikini top, but still she kept moving. Her arms slid along the metal, down her body, across the arc of her hips, then b...
This story is submitted as part of the "One Night in XXX" story event—a collection of stories that all take place in a single night in a specific place. "You're going to kill us both, Zhang," I told the cabbie in his native Mandarin as he whipped across two lanes to pass a Maserati on Al Asayel Street. "You don't want to die all alone, do you?" Zhang asked...
Chapter 11 There were times when Luciana was thankful for having an assistant. Pam, her assistant of three years, was an older, short-haired woman, who handled everything from phone calls to emails to appointments. After Cleo's passing, she asked her to take a break from work to be able to recover. But now that Luciana was back at work, she realized how muc...
The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. Washed-out blue, like the water under clouds far out to sea, framed by the auburn waves of her hair and the slight dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She ordered a cinnamon cafe latte, to go. Full cream milk, no sugar, nothing else, just the latte. She was dressed in leggings, boots, and a flatteringly-tight...
Karen, Kyle and David all went to the same business school. Karen had been attracted to both of them. She had a thing for David in junior year but never acted on it. By the end of that year she started dating Kyle and two years after graduation they were married. Kyle was a wealthy private school boy. It wasn't really apparent to Karen until years later but...
This story cannot be read in five minutes. If you are not interested in the development of characters and their situations, then, probably, this story is not for you. If you dislike long stories that build to a crescendo--rather than start with one--then this story is not for you. If you have read any of my other stories and didn't enjoy them, then this stor...
Truth Cries from the Semen, a Metaphysical Journey ====================== Author's notes. Almost a narrative, the story recounts in first person a melancholic intellectual young woman's self-discovery journey from naïve "real world" pornography exposure to her ominous choice to throw herself, all at once, into an entire night of visceral fetishistic group...