Hold it right there, before you read this, have you read 'Friday's Suck'? Xena shook her head as she typed out a response to Travis Wells’s latest email. All night last night, Travis had been up sending message after message, trying to convince her to give him a shot, and asking if she was certain …
WARNING! This post is pure smut. So if spicy stories aren't you thing, maybe skip this one. Ryan Mitchell stood in the middle of his old gymnasium. Taking small sips from the punch he’d snagged from the refreshments table, he stood in the corner of the gym, observing his old classmates as they mingled with …
Hold up! Wait a second, have you read 'What A Day'? Alexis woke up bright and early the next morning. Buried under the mountain of covers her wife required in order to stay warm at night, Alexis rolled over and pressed a few kisses to the back of the realtor's neck and shoulders before slipping …
The cloudless sky was a blue blanket with millions of tiny holes. The wind was a soft caress, ruffling the leaves on the ground. Lying on a blanket, amongst the leaves, Michael Jones looked up at the sky, attempting to count each and every twinkling speck. On his chest, Michael's husband, Darius twisted …
The door squeaked so loud Austin was sure he’d wake the whole neighborhood. Cringing, he tucked his bottom lip between sharp teeth as he slowed his movements. Slipping through the small space between the screen door and the door frame, he successfully slid out of the house. After guiding the screen door back into place, …
Before you read this, have you read 'A Domestic Morning' Sarah stepped into the massive air-conditioned building. Tipping her head at the security guard seated at the round desk, she offered up a polite hello before making her way across the lobby. Sarah’s uncle, Andre, had called the other day, asking if she could make …
Wait, wait, wait, have you read 'I Could Be A Basement Dweller'? Alexis’s phone lit up her corner of the room as the sound of chirping birds grew louder and louder. “No.” The realtor complained from beside her. Winding her arms around her wife, Sarah pulled Alexis back under the covers. “Babe …
Wait, before you read this, have you read 'One Hundred Homes' Xena made her way through what felt like the millionth condo she and her father had seen that day. At this point, she was having a strong sense of deja-vu; It was almost as if Mark, her realtor, was taking her to see the …
“Would you still love me if I was a murder?” Alexis asked, walking through the front door of her home. Sarah, Alexis’s wife, poked her head through the serving window of the kitchen. “Depends on who your victims were.” Sarah said with a shrug. Kicking off her shoes, Alexis tossed her keys …
Paula LaVine was born into the mob. So for her, a day filled with shake downs, beatings, and money collecting is all she’s ever known.