I had decided to take the rest of the day off from studying and was in the kitchen hunting for a snack. I found a bag of potato chips my father had hidden away in the pantry. I was just about to dig in when my iPhone rang. “What are you doing picking up?” Michael scolded. “I thought you were in c...
Piper asked, setting her beer on Sam’s coffee table. “Yeah, Sam,” Brenda agreed. “Sometimes a Dom can get pretty hard core in the sex department. What if he wants to try anal fisting? You haven’t even had sex yet … well, real sex.” “What do you know about anal fisting?” P...
There was a small reception area with a few red leather chairs and an oval cherry coffee table covered with magazines. Cut into the wall opposite the entrance was a square window with frosted glass. Melinda had not even approached the window when the glass slid open and a round-faced brunette smi...
Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. WCP World Castle...
Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. WCP World Castle...
The entire weekend she had gone over and over his disclosure, wondering how to proceed. Madison knew she should put the incident behind her and move on with her new job and her life just like he had suggested, but there was something about the man that ate at her. “There is no way you two are goi...
The three story square building dated back to the eighteen hundreds with its yellow stucco exterior and wide green shutters over the front doors and windows. Outside the entrance were life-sized garishly painted statues of naked men in an assortment of compromising positions. By the look of the s...
When he reached the entrance to The Flesh Factory, the sun was low in the afternoon sky and just about to dip below the rooftops. Inside, they were gearing up for a busy night ahead. Tables were being set up around the stage by the waitstaff, while technicians were ad...
There he stopped to admire the intricately detailed wrought-iron rails on the balconies of the Pontalba Apartments and to take in the architecture of the Cabildo. He also paused in front of St. Louis Cathedral and gazed upward to the tall spires. I stood by and watched him drinking in the old cat...