Sorry for the delay but a lot has gone on since the last chapter was posted. Thanks as always to Devir Ginator for his editing skills. A nod to the real life Jessica who is still as amazing today as she was since day one. And a huge thanks to you, the readers, for the comments, messages and votes! Stay safe out there! **** Sunday Jessica woke to sound...
She is in the shower, singing along to music playing through a waterproof speaker. The music is loud and she is singing along louder still. She is in a good mood and absorbed in her ablutions. Her shower gel smells of citrus and sandalwood. He sheds his clothing quickly and silently. He opens the shower curtain quietly and slips in behind her. He puts his ar...
Note: All characters in my stories are over the age of 18. ***** The soft heavy heat of your masculine meatiness is pressing down on my lips, your fingers are curling around my dampened long wavy brown hair as you coax me to take your 'Black Daddy' dick into my mouth. You feel the wet warmth of my tongue licking teasingly on the sensitive part of your hea...
Copyright by Laila432, thank you for reading. Every character is over 18 of age. ***** I was running as fast as I could and my pride sped up to match me. We were running away so that our enemies wouldn't catch and kill us. In our cat-form we were faster than them but they already had our territory so they were stronger. It was in the middle of the nig...
When we made it up the temple steps, we found Heather waiting impatiently by a big, ornate doorbell. "Can I? Can I? Can I?" she asked, practically bouncing up and down. I laughed and motioned for her to ring the bell, and she happily did. About a minute later, a woman about 60 came to the door and smiled at us. "Ah, Leo and Clara, and...?" she asked politel...
*You know who you are* "Don't think. Just do." That was my mantra for the drive home from work that Friday afternoon. I concentrated on traffic and stop lights, staying fixated on a routine rather than let my anxieties run amok. I'd been on edge all damn day, today being the worst of the last few this week. It took every ounce of self-control to concentra...
I have agreed, and you have written the prescription. You are an anesthesiologist, and everything you do is with operating room precision. Were I your patient, I would lay back under a sterile drape, open my arm as if it were a book waiting to be read, and allow you to inject a sleeping potion in my vein. Open my throat so you could insert a tube through whi...
I pulled the U-Haul truck to the sidewalk, looked over at the house and sighed. It was time to get out of this place. It was long overdue. I got out and smelled the ozone in the air after the rain had fallen. I loved the smell of ozone. I opened the front door and shouted at Jagger. "You all done?" I shouted up at him. "Yes, just about Mom." He would be tw...
I am exhausted. In the past 60 hours I have read the most troubling and liberating book of my life...Dreams From My Father by now President-Elect Barack Obama. Through the pages and chapters, I have vicariously followed his unique journey as the mixed race child of an absentee father raised by his white mother and grandparents. But the exhausting and troubli...
Reilly really hadn't thought she'd get this far. Here he was, sitting in front of her, breathing her same air, and it felt different than before. James' mischievous, chiseled face grinning back at her, still a little shocked. His shoulders were still broad and strong, and she suspected he also spent a few hours at the gym each week. She imagined that his phy...