Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

But the voice was there. I wrote until midnight. When I stopped and looked at what I had, there was something in it I recognized, something that had the same quality as the Sarabande and the piece I had titled Eleven Minutes, the particular honesty that Professor Valdez had called genuinely original and that my grandfather had simply called true. I titled the new one February. I put the notebook away and turned off the desk lamp. Outside the December cold pressed against the window. Inside, my room was warm and the spring enrollment packet was on the desk and the phone had Landon's last message still on the screen.

I pull Six into my side and she tilts her face up to kiss me. “Ugh gross, get a room,” Cleo says. Six gives her the finger but pulls away and eats her lunch. When English Lit comes around, we’re pretty much done with our report already even though it’s not due until Friday. Six looks at me and says, “Wanna do something crazy?” "With you? Anything." She goes up to the teacher and says, “We’re looking to do a comparative analysis for our report and the books we need are in the library. May we be excused to go do some research?”

Every glance. Every accidental touch. Their little secret. And Lena couldn’t wait to break the rules again.

I prepared and left for work. Work went smoothly except the fact my team is to stay behind until we had a better strategy for the company’s new product, lots of presentations and meetings, but they all happened fast. I noticed a colleague, Stephen staring at me. I honestly feel like I am overthinking it. He is actually the hottest male colleague in our team, and our Assistant Team Leader. After our last meeting, I went to get coffee, and a stunning male figure came in, shutting the door and the blinds. I turned to look at him, it was Stephen our Ass. Team leader.

The firmness in his tone stopped me. “I'm so sorry sir.” I flipped through the book but the image refused to leave my mind. Why did Dr Adrian Cole have my picture as his wallpaper and why is he jumpy and unsettled as I asked questions?

Tyrone unzipped his pants, and Sarah's eyes went wide. Thirteen and a half inches sprang free....thick, dark, veined, the head already glistening. It was the size of her forearm, and Sarah couldn't imagine how it would fit inside her. Jamal stood next, revealing his own impressive thirteen inches, slightly less thick but just as intimidating. Marcus was last, and while his twelve inches was the "smallest," it was so thick Sarah wasn't sure which would be harder to take.

My eyes met Lena's and her eyes widened in shock when she saw who it was that had the highest bid. “Trev, what the fuck!?” Charles yelled in shock but I didn't care. There was no way I would let him go home tonight with my Lena. “We have a winner!” The woman announced as she took Lena's hand, who had a scared look on her face, and approached me with a smile. “Cash or…” “Transfer,” I replied with my eyes never leaving Lena's and when the woman had confirmed the transaction, she placed Lena's hand in mine. “Enjoy!”

(Lila's pov) The professor’s voice droned on endlessly at the front of the lecture hall, but I barely registered a single word. My mind was completely consumed by memories of last night — Daddy’s tongue devouring my pussy on the couch, then his thick cock slamming into me from behind while Mom moved around upstairs. I kept squeezing my thighs together under the desk, my panties soaked through and my clit throbbing with need. “Miss Lila? Lila!” Professor Reynolds’ sharp voice finally cut through my daydream. The entire class turned to look at me.

"Let's keep watching something." When the last door clicked shut upstairs, the room felt suddenly quiet and private,Damon picked up the remote. "This movie is too boring now." He changed it quickly to something else, "365 Days." Lily had heard about it, it was a hot, naughty movie full of sexy scenes between a man and woman who couldn't keep their hands off each other.