Chanel and Ethan 23

"My expectations continue to veer off course. Damn you Ethan."

 I wake up in the dim light of my bedroom. Ethan’s arm is draped over my body as he spoons me from behind and I smile. I snuggle my way deeper into his hold, my ass pressing into his dick....

Cafe Delight

"Suzy and Mike finally get together."

Café Delight Big Mike wiped down his tools and returned each one to its proper place in the toolbox, then lowered the hood of the classic Camaro and lightly buffed the hood to remove any fingerprints, then stepped back to...

Getting Even 3 – The Final Chapter Part 2

"Will Bella ever recover from her loses and find her happy ending with Zane?"

The morning sun hit Zane’s face and he heard a strange, unfamiliar sound. He opened his eyes to see Olivia in her swing and Katherine in a chair sipping coffee. “Morning,” she said. “Morning,” he moaned. “Coffee?” “Please.” “How do...

Parallel lives

"Forgotten: the brilliant yet disfigured girl whose genius facilitated the Industrial Revolution"

History records that a certain celebrated eighteenth century inventor and engineer was an only child. However, recent cataloging of previously unseen family documents has unearthed a hitherto unknown diary of one who appears to be his younger sister. Though written...

The Subconscious Decision.

"When a man decides to go for broke."

His company directors' voice kept droning on down the phone while he watched her climb out of her car. A flash of pale leg amongst the flow of emerald green material had his breath catch, the proverbial lump in his...

Lily’s Knight

"Best friends worships passionately make love."

Lily had always been on the shy side, but something about this handsome stranger made her want to talk. She poured out her every thought like she had known him from birth. She trusted him with her deepest concerns, there...

The lift descending

"A battle-weary killer shares a ride with something even more deadly: a desperate woman."

'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No...