The neon lights of Casey’s bedroom cast a seductive glow over the plush, velvet comforter as she lay sprawled across her queen-sized bed, scrolling through her phone with a furrowed brow. Her curvy frame was adorned in nothing but a…
Mommy never wanted her. She made it clear in little ways. A too-tight braid. A sigh when Clarabelle spilled juice. The way she’d sneer at her in the hallway and say, “You’re going to be nothing, just like your mother…
My heart races as I walk up the stairs, the anticipation building with every step. The door creaks open and I’m met with the familiar scent of my Dirty daddy’s cologne. I can’t help but smile, knowing what’s about to…
The humid night air clung to my skin like a lover’s breath, heavy with the scent of jasmine and the distant tang of saltwater from the bay. I stood on the wrought-iron balcony of the old Creole mansion, the sultry…
888-750-4746 EXT- 882 He said he loved her. He said she was different. That’s what echoed in Brishel’s head while she stared down at his body, slumped in the leather chair, eyes still half-open like he might blink if she…
The neon lights of Casey’s bedroom cast a seductive glow over the plush, velvet comforter as she lay sprawled across her queen-sized bed, scrolling through her phone with a furrowed brow. Her curvy frame was adorned in nothing but a…
Mommy never wanted her. She made it clear in little ways. A too-tight braid. A sigh when Clarabelle spilled juice. The way she’d sneer at her in the hallway and say, “You’re going to be nothing, just like your mother…
My heart races as I walk up the stairs, the anticipation building with every step. The door creaks open and I’m met with the familiar scent of my Dirty daddy’s cologne. I can’t help but smile, knowing what’s about to…
The humid night air clung to my skin like a lover’s breath, heavy with the scent of jasmine and the distant tang of saltwater from the bay. I stood on the wrought-iron balcony of the old Creole mansion, the sultry…
888-750-4746 EXT- 882 He said he loved her. He said she was different. That’s what echoed in Brishel’s head while she stared down at his body, slumped in the leather chair, eyes still half-open like he might blink if she…