“What are you doing?” the question more breath that solid words. “Shh…
He stroked his hands down my inner thighs. Thinking he meant to stroke or finger me, I parted my legs slightly. I was stunned when he leaned forward and began planting ki…
Author’s Note: Here is the second part of THE CALL. I hope you guys like it. For the first part of my story, here’s the link. ———————————– I hear…
And you just stood there at the foot of the bed looking down at me as I lay there flat on my back with my legs parted wearing nothing but a red lipstick.</stro…
I wrote a story based on one of my favorite songs entitled “This Girl Sleeps with Butterflies.” I loved the characters so much that I decided to write a prequ…
I used to think one day we’d tell the story of us How we met and the sparks flew instantly People would say, “they’re the lucky…
“Here I go again.” She said to herself as she entered the room. “Hmmn.. What did you say?” She heard him say as he followed her inside.<…
Author’s Note: I like Tori Amos and I love this song of hers. I decided to write sort of a story with it. Hope you like it! Bear in mind though that this is just a produ…
The disco lights are blinding. The noise from the crowd and the music is deafening. She never really liked this kind of place, but she needed to be here tonight.…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I got so involved writing this story line earlier today that I cannot think of a title for it. Maybe the readers could give me ideas? ==================…