My name is John. For the past year I’ve worked in the office of a small wholesale company. Since the warehouse is right next to the office the warehouse workers are always going back and forth past my desk. This is how I met Dwayne. Dwayne is a tall, broad shouldered black man. He’s been
Mandy Barrington read the call that had popped up on her computer screen, her green eyes flitting back and forth between the road before her and the screen. It was at a check-cashing establishment in the northern part of Lemon Hill, just half a mile from where she was now. According to the text supplied
Friderika sat at the bar, nursing a glass of wine, her eyes scanning the room. She was in her late twenties, with fiery red hair, piercing green eyes, and a body that was a blend of athletic and curvy. Tonight, she was dressed in a low-cut black dress that showed off her ample cleavage and
“So you want to join our little family do you?” said the buxom vixen behind the desk. “y-yes maam.” replied the skunk before her. ‘hmmm,’ the vixen thought. ‘nervous, but she has potential…’ she surveyed the interviewee, admiring her pretty face, long brown slightly curly hair, and hazel eyes behind large glasses. running a skilled
In the heart of New Orleans, where the air was thick with humidity and the scent of jambalaya, there stood a quaint little bar called The Hidden Pearl. The bar was known for its sultry atmosphere and the tantalizing drinks that flowed like the Mississippi River. It was here that two women, both with their
Margaret slept until they turned off Highway 95 and started up the mountain. The temperature dropped as they left the heat of the desert behind them. Hank was not quite as confident as he had been back at home even though he was pretty sure Margaret had been unfaithful while she’d been away. He’d called
I looked at the two applicants as they walked in. Both of them were a bit intimidated by the wealth used to furnish a simple office. The floor was a lush red carpet and the furnishings were Old English. My chair had a high back that looked vaguely like a throne. The desk in front
It’s not so much that Tina is my slave. She isn’t. She just loves to be submissive. She loves to make sexual bets and perform outrageous dares. This is one of the wildest adventures she’s had – yet – at least with me. First, a description. Tina is 20 – but she looks more like
Nataniel had always been a curious soul, and her latest fascination was the old bathhouse downtown. She’d heard whispers about the place, a sanctuary for women seeking refuge from the world’s harsh Realities. Today, she decided to venture in, her heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. The bathhouse was a labyrinth of
I was in town for my sister’s wedding, feeling a bit out of place among the flurry of relatives I hadn’t seen in years. That’s when I first noticed Friderika, the bride’s best friend. She was a vision, with her fiery red hair and curves that could make a grown man weep. I was introduced
In the heart of Vienna, during a crisp autumn evening, Friderika, a tall, slender woman with fiery red hair and striking green eyes, stood at the bar of the elegant Hotel Sacher. She was a renowned art restorer, known for her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Tonight, she was simply a woman out for
I was sitting at the bar, nursing my third whiskey on the rocks, when she walked in. Friderika, with her fiery red hair and curves that could make a grown man weep, was new in town. I knew because everyone in this small coastal village knew everyone else. She was a breath of fresh air,
In the pulsating heart of New Orleans, where the air was thick with jazz and desire, I found myself at a dimly lit bar named “The Velvet Curtain.” The scent of aged whiskey and the hushed murmurs of late-night conversations filled the room as I nursed my drink. That’s when I saw her—a vision of
Jacint and Enzos Niki first met in a dimly lit bar in the heart of the city. It was a hot summer night, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol. Jacint, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and short, cropped brown hair, was nursing a beer at the
Ivan had always had a thing for his Russian babysitter, Natalia. She was 25, with long, curly brown hair, bright green eyes, and a curvy figure. One night, when Ivan was 19 and home alone, he decided to make his move. He heard Natalia’s car pull up outside and waited a few minutes before going