Like clock work, I get my nails done. I can not be seen without my fingers and toes manicured and painted. Now I normally have a certain place and certain person that I love to see. Unfortunately, they were out…
Times Square Heat: Frankie’s Midnight Pickup Shopping bags, neon lights, and one very bad decision. You don’t go to Times Square to be shy. Frankie’s heels clicked over the pavement like a slow tease, each step a little promise. Neon…
Sage After Dark Sage sauntered down the dimly lit street, her stiletto heels ticking a lazy rhythm against the pavement. Summer air clung warm to her bare skin, coaxing her silk dress higher along her thighs. She smiled to herself,…
It took me far to long to realize there was a horny stranger in my closet. I can be far too dismissive and oblivious. So, for the past week, when I notice something slightly out of place or missing entirely,…
Yabba-Dabba-Desire — Deborah’s Halloween Awakening Halloween Story Yabba-Dabba-Desire — Deborah’s Halloween Awakening The townhouse shook with bass while paper bats skimmed along the walls. Deborah—done up as Wilma Flintstone—felt a delicious recklessness buzz through her legs and into her smile.…