Cali Rose, Princes Of Cali Lake

"This is a love story about Tim and Alicia’s daughter, Cali Rose, who falls in love with Wade, a man who she finds in her secret place by Cali lake"

The afternoon sun painted golden streaks across Cali Lake as sixteen-year-old Cali Rose made her way down the familiar trail. Her long, wavy brunette hair cascaded down her back, swaying with each step. She had her father's striking blue eyes...

In The Family Way

"Suddenly the door burst open. “Sorry, Daddy, couldn’t wait, forgot to clean my teeth, and I’m so fucking late for uni.”"

Remodeling our bathroom was the best idea I’d ever had.The old tub we never used had been replaced by one big, open wetroom with a massive walk-in shower.As the warm water cascaded over my body I took a big handful...

Now or Never – Ch.08 : The Black Saree Magic

"Maya goes to Sam's place for her first experience"

I killed a couple of days, mostly locked inside my room. Binge-watching Riya’s stuffs, ofcourse lot of self pleasuring and planning. I thought of discussing Riya’s secrets with Leena, but worried she might mistake me for invading their private moments...

The First Day Of The Rest Of Our Lives

"If it were to happen, it would be at her pace and at her instigation. There could be no other way."

Unless jewelry counts as clothing, we were both completely nude. A heart-shaped diamond pendant, an 18th birthday gift, swung between her perfect breasts as we walked along the shore.The naturist paradise of Charco del Luz on Lanzarote’s northeast coast was...

A Secret Forbidden Romance

"A sixteen-year-old girl falls in love with a handsome older man who is home on leave from the marine corps"

Sammy was a beautiful, petite sixteen-year-old girl with long, wavy, blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes that lit up when she smiled. At five feet tall, one hundred and twenty pounds, she had a sexy, well-shaped physique from years of...

Twenty-four

"A young man’s first time, a woman’s Christmas countdown, and the artist who makes it happen."

‘Twas the twenty-sixth of December, not this year, but last year, and Jessica was sipping another cranberry vodka. Settled into a giant, overstuffed chair that she had restored herself, she leafed through the pictures and biographies of next year’s prospective...