Snow drifted down papering the streets. Spun out and snow bank imbedded vehicles left a clean white path between them. Empty sidewalks awaited the first footprints of those brave enough to walk out into the storm. This was The Storm. The worst storm Calgary had seen in more than a hundred years. Jason peered out of the truck’s foggy windows …
press play… Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. Her heart thumped hard as the heels of her black thigh boots clicked across the wooden floor. Why did the music have to go quiet now? Her eyes travelled over him…his short brown hair, white …
She decided to use her blog to vent about how frustrated she’d been feeling at the many missed opportunities for sexual play she’d been experiencing lately. As she banged out her thoughts she chastened herself. ‘This is too personal… I sound like a bitch… I’m going to get flack for this… No censoring!!’ She didn’t always paint the prettiest pictures …
Suze hated the term “catsuit”, but had not been able to find a better one. Yet, here she was wearing it once again. Thankfully, she looked good in black. Her petite skin figure was both emphasized in good ways and, more importantly, camouflaged for these activities. At least with her straight black hair and slight olive skin, she did not …
Of course, this should begin with an author’s note about how this is part of the continuing saga of both Gray and Brat…but with Gray standing right there looking at me with his whipped and bruised ass, probably should get right down to the details here. “So how was that?” I asked. The room was completely dark except for one light …
Indigo. His friends called him Indigo. Even the tattoo on his right shoulder…one of his many tattoos on the sleeves…read “Indigo” and was done in an indigo coloured heart. His guitar even had the word “Indigo” emblazoned upon the back, just in case he forgot. The woman with him would call him Indigo if she were not on her knees and …
Author’s note: This is part four of Adventures of Jamie, a series that will finish with two further parts this coming week that have already been completed. Jamie has been a tough one to write as she puts my libido into overdrive…and the intensity is why I am limiting this series. Some of this has gone quite dark…although not this one …
“Do Not Put Garbage Here,” was scrawled on the fence in white paint that nearly flowed in the evening’s darkness. She thought it seemed funny that he had picked this location for her to kneel. A park she had expected, but not a dark alley. Then he had pulled it out. She stared at it. It just stood there with …
