This story picks up where the last chapter left off. It was the usual night at the restaurant, lots of guys pawing at you, but as always, the tips were good. The one difference was that Todd got drunk watching a game on TV. He wabbled over to me and said, "You know, Carla, you are a babe. I would pay anything to see you naked." I pushed him back down in his chair and said, "Calm down, Todd. That is the booze talking." He...

It was a big year for me. I had just turned twenty-two, graduated from college, started a new job, and moved into my first apartment, all in the same month. I hadn't even been in my new place for a whole week when my aunt called to say that she was in town visiting my mom and had a housewarming gift for me. It was Friday night, and I had planned to go out, but she wouldn't take "no" for an answer, and she'd be here in an...

I feel so demeaned, kneeling and lapping the Sauvignon Blanc out of the bowl like a dog. I glance up at Chloe sitting at the breakfast bar, swilling the wine in her glass as she contemplates me. She sees me looking at her so she smirks and spreads her legs. I am rewarded with a glimpse of a cartoon giraffe on the front of her pair of panties. The damp patch around the giraffe’s cartoon nose is so incongruous and pulls me...

My racing heart had steadied to the driving beat, the last tequila ran wild through my blood, but it was the bass that hugged my insides. Not a groove, just a deep rumble that had started at my core but now pulsed in my cunt like the sweat dripping onto the dancefloor of the Inferno. A girl’s trip that up to now had been so insanely boring, I didn’t mind leaving all of it in Vegas. He placed his hand on my hip, and I spun...

Days had passed since Jim and I had been in the barn, but I couldn't take my mind off the thought of him licking me down there. He'd been on the other side of the property patching fences after a storm rolled through that knocked down a number of trees. He acted strangely when he was at the farm. At first, I thought he was mad about something because he kept looking away whenever I tried to get his attention. I was waitin...

This story starts back in my high school days. I grew up in a very conservative family. My parents always bought me clothes that hid my natural beauty. I always wore loose-fitting clothes, and although I had a nice body, no one ever knew it by the way I dressed. I was a loner because of that. I hardly had any female friends, and the boys shied away from me because I didn't wear short skirts and tight jeans and didn't show...

At twelve-thirteen, Sophie Martin cuts a stem and slides it into the floral cushion. Her hands move steadily, and her eyes burn with concentration. She adds deft touches of green with dashes of yellow, white, and pink. Vivienne Chassé sits and watches, sipping coffee. She mourns the death of her lifelong friend, and the flower arrangement rouses a melancholic smile. Profound grief mingles with cherished memories of bright...

My brother asked me to check on their house while they were out of town for the long weekend, the last hurrah of summer before the kids all go off to school. He had invited me to tag along. As much as I would have liked to spend more time with my niece, Sara, I couldn't bear the thought of being cooped up in their tiny cabin. Now that she's older, Sara has been calling or texting me more lately, always asking to go to mov...