Résultats de "Lena White" dans Toutes les catégories

Once I made my bull, Tyrell, understand what I wanted, he took over. He arranged it all - rich clients, a booker, a manager, everything. Finally, I was about to get what I truly wanted. Without asking for it. At last.

“You just make it known that you’re open to a little familiarity,” my boss told me when he hired me. Looking back, I realize that’s where all this started. I was the bait, the lure, the unattainable prize. Until I wasn’t so unattainable after all. From there, it was a direct descent to where I am now. A married woman, a hotwife, an escort. It’s a journey I’m still on.

When Grace gets invited to an ‘experience’ south of the Mason-Dixon line, she’s more than a bit skeptical. She’s never visited the Confederate States of America in her life. But when her best friend talks her into going, she gets cautiously excited. It’s supposed to be a fun, enlightening experience, the likes of which she’s never contemplated.

When my husband Braden told me we were moving back to Georgia, I got excited. All I could think about was Isaiah. Isaiah, my bull.

"Very few people can handle getting everything they ever wanted." Peg Shaw should be happy. Her husband Braden loves her and she loves him. They have a good life together and she knows he'd do anything for her - he already has. The freedom he gave her was more than any woman could ever want, or expect. He is truly extraordinary. So why is she so restless? And anxious to get back to the life she left behind? A life she thought was over, a life she tried to forget, but couldn't.

Our ‘hotwife vacation’ is turning out to be a dream come true for both of us. But our first partner needs to fly home early, leaving us high and dry. And as the old saying goes, you never forget your first, even in this. So we’re venturing out on our own, tentatively, carefully. At least, that’s the idea, at first. But not for long.

Now that Leila is married to Marlon and we’ve been approved by Rodney Morrow. We’re ready to begin our foray into high-end escorting. Which is, or so we’ve been told, so different from what we’ve been doing. For so much more money. And fun.

My wife Whitney is always incredibly busy, which kind of sucks. Between our three kids and her charity work, we hardly get a moment for ourselves. But she’s worth it—gorgeous, sexy, loves me like crazy. So I try to be supportive as best I can. But when she tells me what her friends are doing, I’ve got to make a decision. Is this what I really want?

Schyler James is intrigued. Her husband Mark has opened the door to new possibilities in their evolving relationship, but he’s unwilling or unable to decide just how evolved they should be. So it’s up to Schyler to make the call. For both of them. And he’ll just have to live with her decision.

What is happening at the Penthouse (A.K.A. Whore) Hotel? When Emily's husband suggested they visit the Hotel to find out, neither of them realize their life together was about to change. Their introduction to high-end prostitution, cuckolding, interracial relationships and domination would be overwhelming, irresistible, and erotically intoxicating. This book was previously released as Emily at the Penthouse Hotel - Part 1

My wife was in the public eye, very prominently, for many years before I married her. Now that she’s safely retired and free to do as she pleases, all bets are off. Which I found a little annoying, at first. Okay, really annoying. Until, she showed me who I really was. What I really was. What I truly am.

The day I met my wife I fell in love forever. Kyra was so sweet and innocent, almost shy, and I couldn’t imagine living without her. And she loved me with her whole heart. But when we started to talk about dark and forbidden things, I was simply thrilled. Now I know that I should have been worried. I never imagined Kyra would change so much. That I would change as well. And us. Especially us.

My wife Natalie's body count blew me away when she finally gave me her number. And I thought I was a wanton libertine! But it makes sense, given how beautiful she is. I still can't believe she married me. Even more unbelievable is my preoccupation with things too weird for words. And her tolerance of my weirdness. Tolerance? Hell, she's all in.

I shuddered at the sight of all that accumulated pain. Our lives changed when Marcy, my new Domme, took the key to my chastity belt away from my boyfriend. Now she wants to take me to the Discipline Floor. I never asked what went on down there, but I know enough about it to understand what discipline means - whips, floggers, riding crops, and canes.

After a full year in chastity, where my boyfriend Deke kept me locked in a steel chastity belt virtually 24/7, I got a new assignment from my editor. She was the reason I went to CLUB-sub in the first place and now she wants me to go back. I've been visiting the Club at least three times a week for months, but I always visit the tenth floor, the Chastity Floor. Now Eleanor wanted me to go to the ninth floor, the Bondage Floor. I knew Deke would be just as enthusiastic about my new assignment as he had been about my first one. If anything, I'm surprised it took so long for it to happen.

I didn't know what to expect when my editor ordered me to do a story about CLUB-sub. My boyfriend was all for it. But I never thought of myself as submissive, and I didn't get chastity belts. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why indeed.

The day he bought me, I realized I’d found the man I’d spend my life with. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how we would live our lives together. How I could do for him what he did for me. Which was everything.

Those were the last words my gangsta bull said to me. Before he sold me. I had a choice - go back to my husband and forget I ever kidded myself about being black-owned. Or do what I was told. Can you guess what I decided to do?

As she watched each of her neighbors fall under Darnell’s spell, Jocelyn is appalled. One after another succumbs and not just to Darnell but his cousins, too. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed it. But seeing is definitely, undeniably believing, and then some. And it stirs up some old feelings she thought she buried. Turns out she was wrong. So wrong.

Feigning ambivalence had always worked wonders for Mark James. He was never the best-looking guy at the party, or even in the top three, but he always took home the best-looking women. Including, most spectacularly, Schyler Derrington, the most beautiful, desirable, unattainable woman he’d ever seen. The woman he married. And that was the start of everything that followed, good and bad.