Just a nibble
Continue reading “All it took was just one bite to addict me”
I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. “There are secrets in here. I want them out.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me.
Disclaimer: This was my November Novella and at one time I was going to submit it for a book, but honestly, it’s too much work self publishing. One day a week I will post another chapter of the story of Johnathan and Haven. Enclosed is graphic sex, violence, sexual abuse, and domination. Enjoy.
Continue reading “Phone Sex Escape -2”
“Vanessa, you have an appointment with Mr. Red shoes. Information is on the fax machine.”
He was his usual Monday self. Cheerful and full of life. Who am I kidding? The Man has the personality of dry toast. He did run a tight office, though. He knew how to get the girl’s appointments and make sure the client was always happy. I will give him that much credit. I grabbed the paper on my way to the lounge. There was nothing that stood out in the requirements he had for today. Red shoes, red dress, hair in a bun, and arrive at 8 pm—nothing to curl my toes or make me jump for joy. My crush was long over for this Man.
Continue reading “Red light”
What makes a woman crave BBC? I have never been a fan or sought out a particular race for sexual needs. I know this might sound racist, but it’s the complete opposite. That was all true until I met Michael. His filthy black dick made me a believer.
Continue reading “Too taboo to tell”