I got an e-mail from a friend concerning his messy divorce that somehow just got a whole lot nastier this week. I don’t have any details and it’s really not any of my business, but it gave me the idea for this story.
What happens if you let your imagination run away with your common sense? Well, something. "He pushed my skirt up just enough to give himself access to what he was looking for. His thumbs slid against my skin as his hands pushed the cloth up. He applied a little pressure to part my knees, and started to plant little kisses on my legs. Absolutely no pressure was required for my knees to part further, and I really did relax, though there was no way I was going to fall asleep."
The first part of the tale already submitted (apologies) which describes how an author is taken in by an all female publishing co. in Miami. They manage him as well as his books. He enjoys domination by each in different ways
I closed the book and placed it in some wrapping before putting it in the shipping case. I was packing up my library for shipment to my new home in California.
The Christmas season starts earlier every year, at least in the stores, and it drives Joe crazy. His girlfriend, Noelle, gives him an appreciation for celebrating a little early.
Matt is a typical teenage boy and when a hot chick offers him a ride, he talks her into parking under the stars, never realizing that she might actually be from one of them. Well, to be fair about it, the boy had his mind on other things.
Helen is the most powerful woman in the entire nation and she knows she needs the sort of input that only her talented young special assistant Jason can give to her in the privacy of her unbugged quarters. He attends her so well she feels like bursting out in French songs from her left bank days.