Tag Archives: short

Seduced by My Bi Roommate


Just a few months after her new, wild roommate moved in, Taylor is annoyed by Missy’s messiness and her endless string of new lovers. But when Missy brings home a new woman, Taylor realizes there may be other feelings lurking there. When Taylor ends up kissing her roommate, she questions what her new feelings mean and whether she’s willing to go further with Missy.

This 6500 word sexy short story includes bicurious lesbian sex, first time lesbian sex, oral sex (cunnilingus), and fingering.


Missy popped another orange segment in her mouth. “I saw you watching me and Jes.”

I froze, cringing inside, wishing we could just go on and pretend that I hadn’t seen her and wishing that Missy could be just a little more private with her relationships.

“There’s no shame in that. You should own it. Some people like to watch.”

I spun back around, my hands balling into fists. “I wasn’t watching. You were—you were doing it in the middle of the Green. Everyone could see.”

Missy took a step toward me, sliding another orange segment between her lips, licking the lingering juice off her finger. “You don’t have to be bashful about it. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Missy held out a piece of orange, but I shook my head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “You just—you get off on being some sort of exhibitionist.”

Missy shrugged and put the orange in her own mouth. She wore a necklace around her neck, a little pink heart that looked like something a child would wear.

“You shouldn’t—don’t project your fantasies on me.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

She came even closer, just standing half a foot away from me. I could smell the floral of her perfume, the familiar scent that wafted out of the bathroom each morning when she was done showering and dressing. “I don’t think,” she said, “that I am the one projecting fantasies.”

I shook my head, anger coursing through my veins.

“Just be honest with yourself. You’ll be so much happier.” She laughed, a soft giggle, then reached out and touched my cheek. Her fingers were soft against my skin. I don’t think we’d ever actually touched before in the two months we’d lived together.

I pulled away from her hand and she giggled again, giving a half shrug with one of her shoulders. What was she playing at? It’s almost as if she… No.

“You can be honest with me.” Missy’s voice was soft, sincere.

I opened my mouth to respond, then shook my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.” She nibbled on her lower lip. She had to be—flirting?

I don’t know what happened next. I swear I wasn’t the one who made the move, it had to be Missy. But somehow I left that doorway and started kissing her. Missy’s lips were soft and responsive, the faint tang of citrus lingering on the tip of her tongue. She dropped the orange peel, which scattered in pieces across the hardwood floor, and cupped my head, deepening our kiss.

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Taken by the Egyptian Tentacle God

Taken by the Egyptian Tentacle God


When Lacey and her friend Trish decide to go on a college trip to Egypt during spring break, she doesn’t expect to have any fun. During a boring tour of an Egyptian temple, Lacey decides to sneak off, discovering a hidden room where a cursed god has been locked away for 5,000 years.

After summoning the god Sabni from his cursed slumber, Lacey discovers he needs her help to break the curse. Sabni needs to take a bride to produce an heir and Lacey isn’t sure about his proposition, especially after she sees his tentacles!

This 5,100 words short story includes tentacle sex, bondage, and hot breeding with a bronzed Egyptian god.


Sabni was shirtless, his skin sun-bronzed and taut over his muscular abs. A white cloth draped over his hips, wrapped and tied in the front, muscular thighs forming below it.

“You will be my bride and we will mate to break the curse.”

“Wait—what? I mean, I—” What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Sabni’s brow furrowed.

“I, uh.” Lacey fanned herself with her hand. Was it getting hotter in there? How had a boring museum tour turned into a proposition from some magical ancient god? Though Sabni was hot, and Lacey was in between boyfriends at the moment…

“Make your decision now or leave my presence.”

Lacey chewed on her lower lip. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it. Let’s do it.”

“Wonderful.” Sabni’s body was nearly fully formed. His legs were bronze and firm, with toned muscles most men only dreamed of during leg day at the gym. Lacey was beginning to feel intimidated by his size—he was two or three times bigger than her. But as the last of the glowing orb fizzled away and Sabni lowered to the ground, her concern switched to what was hiding beneath that cloud of light.

Curling and slithering around his legs were several strange appendages, smooth and varied in color, long and flexible, tapered to a tip. There was maybe a dozen, all slinking out from the garment tied around his hips. For lack of any better comparison, they made him appear as a giant squid with his tentacles gathered around him on the floor.

Though she knew she should be afraid, that perhaps this creature that claimed himself to be a god was actually a monster, she was curious. And as much as Lacey didn’t want to admit it to herself, the tentacles were kind of hot. She wondered what they would feel like against her skin, touching the secret parts of her body.

“Disrobe,” Sabni said.

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Seduced at the Spa


Mel is overwhelmed by work and stress when she agrees to a spa day with her openly bi-sexual friend Kandi. After their massage, they decide to relax in the sauna. While they relax, Kandi suggests Mel let her inhibitions go and try dating women for once. Before Mel realizes what’s happening, her best friend is putting the moves on her. Will Mel try something new or let her assumptions get in the way of a truly relaxing spa trip?

This 6700 word short story is for adults only. It contains lesbian sex, oral sex (cunnilingus), fingering, and public sex in a steamy spa!


“Well, have you thought about trying girls?”

I opened my eyes and looked over at Kandi. Her legs were spread slightly, but I couldn’t see anything under her towel. She was watching me, a curiosity twinkling in her eyes.

“I’m not interested in that.”

“Have you thought about it, at all?”

I shrugged, feeling uncomfortable under Kandi’s unwavering gaze. “I’m just not interested. You know that.”

“I’m being serious,” she said. “Have you ever tried it? With a woman?”

“No, of course not. Kandi, you know I’m straight.”

“I said the same thing for years. Years. And then one night I let my inhibitions go.” She moved in her seat like she was dancing and swaying to unheard music, her towel pulling apart a bit over her legs. “I’ve never looked back. You shouldn’t limit yourself. If you haven’t tried it—haven’t even entertained the idea, then how do you know you’re not interested? Hm?”

“I just know, okay? It’s just one of those things that you know.”

“Sure.” Kandi looked me up and down as if she was trying to scan my body and uncover all of my secrets. “Have you ever found a woman attractive?”

“No, I’ve told you—”

“Stop reacting with your preconceived notions and have a real conversation with me.”

I closed my mouth, suddenly feeling frustrated. Why was she pushing the subject so much? What did she want?

“Have you ever looked at a woman and admired her hair, her legs, her curves?” She raised her eyebrows like she knew a secret, like she’d sensed me looking at her body today.

I kept my eyes locked on hers and shrugged. “Sure, I guess. I mean, I can objectively tell when a woman is attractive.”

“Of course—objectively.” She rolled her eyes and stood, closing the distance between us and taking a seat next to me. The floral scent of the massage oil emanated from her skin with a slight tang of salty sweat. “Have you ever looked at a woman and wondered what it would be like to touch her or have her touch you?”


“Hm,” she looked me up and down and crossed her legs, inadvertently hiking her towel open dangerously close to her crotch. “I still think you should try it—being with a woman, I mean. Just a little bit. Maybe just some kissing, to see how you feel.”

I laughed and shook my head. “So if I kiss a couple girls and decide I don’t like it, then you’ll leave me alone and accept that I’m straight?”

Kandi leaned towards me. “Not necessarily a couple girls. I think one could suffice—especially if it’s the right one.”

“The right one? What, like a lesbian soulmate?”

“No, of course not. I’m not some romantic. I mean a woman who knows how to handle another woman—who isn’t confused or experimenting. Someone who knows herself as well.”

“Oh, okay. And where do I find someone like that?”

“It’s not as hard as you think.” Kandi reach out and lightly place her hand on my thigh, just below the edge of my towel.

My heart started pounding as I realized what’s happening. “Kandi—”

“C’mon, Mel. Open your mind. You’re closing yourself off, limiting yourself from so many possibilities. Just take a chance—you have nothing to lose.”

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Seducing the Billionaire’s Wife – The Billionaire’s Wife 2


This is the HOT sequel to “Seduced by the Billionaire’s Wife“.

Nearly a month after her sinful night of pleasure with the billionaire’s wife, Nancy still isn’t sure she’s into ladies, but she can’t get Gwen out of her head. Their agreement said they would never meet again, but when Nancy sees her in a clothing store, she can’t let the moment pass. Even though Gwen ignores her, Nancy decides to sneak into her dressing room and show her exactly what Gwen will miss if she cuts her out of her life.

This 5000 word short story is for adults only. It contains lesbian sex, first time oral sex (cunnilingus), sex toys, and public sex in a dressing room!


Slowly, I pulled the curtain open a little, peeking over the edge. Gwen stood with her back to me in front of a floor length mirror, unbuttoning her blouse, slowly revealing a lacy pink bra underneath. I was distracted by the graceful curve of her breasts when she caught me staring, turning around suddenly.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. Gwen leaped forward and I instinctively backed up.
She pulled the curtain aside, checking to make sure no one else was in the back area, and then grabbed my arm and pulled me into the dressing room with her.

The dressing room was surprisingly spacious for such a tiny boutique, there was enough room for both of us to stand in there comfortably, the corner taken up by a chair where most of the clothes Gwen intended to try on were piled.

Gwen yanked the curtain close and then turned to face me, her hands on her hips. Her half unbuttoned top dipped forward, giving me a full view of her chest. “Well?”

“I uh, I just saw you in the store and—”

“And you thought you’d come back here and peep on me?”

“Well, no. I—” I shook my head, feeling the burn of embarrassment on my cheeks. “You didn’t seem to recognize me. I—I just wanted to say hi.”

Gwen shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. “All right, you’ve said hi. Now go.”

I looked at her, wanting to say something, but unable to bring myself to ask any of the questions swirling in my head.


“I just, I’m wondering why I haven’t heard from you, since—since that night.”

Gwen laughed, throwing her head back so her hair shimmered down her back. “Oh sweetie. That was a one night deal. You know that.”

I frowned. “Yes, but, well. I don’t know. I felt something—special.”

She smirked. “That’s sweet. It really is. By my husband and I have a very specific agreement—and it’s the same thing you agreed to as well. He picks the women and I sleep with them once.” She held up one finger. “Once. Then I never have contact with them again.”

“And you always follow that rule?”

She nodded. “No matter what. Not even if I want to break it.”

“So, you’ve wanted to break it?”

She shrugged, appearing as if she was bored with our conversation.

“And why don’t you?”

She looked up at me, her brown eyes locked on mine. “It keeps things from getting complicated. I don’t need drama in my life.”

“You wouldn’t even break the status quo for someone special? Even if she could convince you?”

“And how would she convince me?” Gwen’s eyebrow arched as if she was truly curious.

I didn’t know what else to say, what I could do to convince her. I stared at her for a moment and then launched myself at her, pressing my body against hers until she was pinned against the wall, our mouths meeting instantly.

This story is part of The Billionaire’s Wife trilogy:
Seduced by the Billionaire’s Wife
Seducing the Billionaire’s Wife
Doing Her Bidding

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

I, Sexbot 3: A Pleasurebot of My Own


In the final part of the “I, Sexbot” trilogy, Rebecca has left her owner and secretly traveled to the city. Soon after her arrival, she realizes bots aren’t welcome in most the city, until she travels to the seedy red-light district on 43rd street. There she meets an attractive sexbot named Andre and starts to wonder where she belongs, who she is and what it’s like to experience pleasure on her own terms.

This 5500 word short story is for adults only. It contains voyeurism and gravity defying bot on bot sex.


“What are your plans?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Is your owner looking for you?”

I shrugged.

“Well, did he turn on your GPS? Is he tracking you?”

“Oh!” I’d completely forgotten about it. My electronic mind scanned for a tracking signal, but nothing came up. I shrugged. “He must have disabled it when he reprogrammed me.”

He watched me for a moment, then gently took my hand, stroking my skin tenderly. “You seem sad.”

“I feel lost. I don’t know who I am or where I belong in this world.”

His fingers continued up my arm. “Let me help you feel better.”

I knew this was an act, part of his programming. But his touch felt so good, electrons firing in my brain and activating my own programming.

“I’m not one of your clients.” I pulled my arm away and scooted over on the bed.

He looked at me with shock and then shook his head. “This isn’t like that and you know it. But if you don’t want it…”

I looked at him for a moment. “You mean, you do it for fun?”

“Of course.” He laughed. “What’s the point of all this programming and these upgrades if I can’t use them for my own fun? Surely you’ve had a little fun yourself.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been with men, and a woman, but I don’t know. They always asked me to. I never—I never sought it out on my own.”

“You should. You should find someone you like and try it out. It will change your life, maybe even help you figure things out. Clear your head. Erase those bad memories.” He reached out and lightly brushed my hair behind my ear.

This story is part of the I, Sexbot series:
I, Sexbot
I, Sexbot 2: Licking my Owner’s Lover
I, Sexbot 3: A Pleasurebot of My Own

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Officer, Please! (Bound by Authority BDSM)


When Lacy is pulled over for speeding on her way home from work, she tries her best to sweet talk her way out of the ticket. Officer Horton doesn’t fall for her act, and she’s desperate to do anything to change his mind. She quickly realizes she’s in over her head when he handcuffs her in the back of his SUV. Will she submit to the officer and let him dominate her to get out of her ticket?

This 3600 word short story is for adults only. It contains graphic descriptions of bondage, spanking, sex and anal play in the back of a police cruiser.


“So,” Lacy said, licking her lips. “Should we get this party started?” She reached for his pants, but the officer gently pushed her hands away.

“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head. “You’ve been a bad girl Miss Gilbert. You need a punishment.”

Lacy sat back on her heels and watched the officer, his eyes glowing with a hunger she recognized. She knew exactly how to play it.

“How are you going to punish me?” She batted her eyes, trying to look young and innocent.

Officer Horton pulled his handcuffs from his belt, holding them so they dangled just in front of Lacy’s eyes.

“Oh!” she gasped playfully and then presented her wrists to him. “Are you going to arrest me, officer?”

He grinned, a glint of evil in his eyes. Faster than Lacy could gasp, one cuff was slapped around her left wrist as the cop pushed her backward until she fell on her side, her face was pressed against the stale smelling carpet. Yanking her other arm up, he looped the cuffs through the metal grid that partitioned the back of the vehicle from the front seats.

Lacy was trapped, her arms up above her head as she tried to bend her legs and push her body up into a kneeling position. Now she wasn’t so sure this was a good idea.

The officer grabbed her hips, yanking her up so she was on her knees looking out the front of the SUV, her wrists straining against the cold metal of the handcuffs. Slowly he slid his hands over the round curve of her ass, smiling in appreciation.

“You’re a bad, bad girl.” His voice was low, but firm.

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant 3: The Final Breeding


This is the HOT sequel to “Bred by the Jungle Plant” and “Part 2: Breeding in Paradise”!

Dr. Elizabeth Morrel is back working in her pharmaceutical lab in California, but she hasn’t given up her search for the mysterious creature. After a news story breaks about a sighting at the dorms of a nearby university, the scientist realizes the creature is nearby and breeding the sexy young coeds at SDU.

When a mysterious young intern shows up at her lab with a strange interest in her search for the jungle tentacle plant, Elizabeth realizes the creature may be closer than she thought.

This 12,000 word story is for adults only. It includes explicit descriptions of female masturbation and hot double penetration and breeding by an alien tentacle plant.


“Take a seat,” she said, motioning towards the futon as she walked over to her fridge. “Want a beer?”

“Sure.” Gavin sat down, looking at the few posters hanging on the walls: a movie poster for Amelie, a periodic table where all the elements were drawn as cartoon characters.

“Here you go,” Trish said, holding out a frosty bottle and taking a sip of her own as she sat down next to him.

“Thank you,” he said, tipping the bottle towards her in acknowledgment before he set it down on the side table.

Trish slowly turned her body so their knees were touching ever so slightly. Now was the inevitable awkward moment when she didn’t know what to say or what to do, the moment she wished she could skip past. She took another sip of her beer and then set it on top of a magazine on her coffee table.

Before Trish could react, Gavin’s arms were around her, their mouths slamming together in passionate, hungry kisses. She hugged his torso back, surprised to feel defined muscles underneath. He didn’t seem like the type to go to the gym, but his body told a different story.

The last time Trish had slept with a man was over six months ago, after an awkward blind date with a guy her best friend set her up with. She had one too many glasses of wine and fell into bed with him faster than she would like. Then, of course, she never saw him again.

Gavin was different—sure he was a little bit younger than her—but he was very attractive and very funny. She didn’t see anything long term or serious with him, but she definitely could imagine a quick and sweaty fuck.

Their hungry kisses turned sloppy as her head started to feel a little foggy. There was a strange scent in the air—something floral, organic. Though it tickled her nose, she was too swept away by Gavin’s kisses to give it much thought. The beer must have gone straight to her head because she was feeling light-headed. She didn’t want to stop though.

This story is part of the Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant series:
Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant
Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant 2: Breeding in Paradise
Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant 3: The Final Breeding

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant

This story is also published under the title “Mating with the Jungle Tentacle Plant” at some retailers.


Dr. Elizabeth Morrel is exploring the rainforest in search of the rare ontalya plant, which may be the cure for cancer. When she finally discovers it after months of searching, she’s suddenly overtaken by unexpected horniness. As she seeks relief, Elizabeth realizes the ontalya is more than just a plant, but actually an alien creature looking to breed with her. Will Elizabeth help the creature with its sexy plan or try to escape its grasp and abandon her research?

This 4500 word short story is for adults only. It includes explicit descriptions of female masturbation, double penetration, and hot tentacle sex with an endangered alien vine plant.


She felt something on her ankle, slithering slowly over her pants leg. She started kicking at it with her boot, assuming it was a snake. But when she sat up, the slender green thing that was attempting to crawl up her leg was much too long to be a snake—in fact, its tail stretched back, up the tree and joined the mysterious vine. It was the vine.

Elizabeth tried to scoot away, but the vine was faster, quickly wrapping its way around her ankle and holding her in place. This part of the vine wasn’t as thick as what wrapped around the tree, but it was strong and she couldn’t kick it away. She looked around for her bag, but it was out of reach lying near the base of the tree, so going for her knife wasn’t an option.

Another thin vine slinked along the grass towards her, slowly entwining her other foot. Elizabeth sat up, attacking the vine with her jagged, engrossed fingernails. Her scratches did nothing to scare away this strange plant. She laid back down in disbelief. What was she supposed to do? Even in her panic, she wasn’t that scared, the only emotion that flowed through her body was intense wanting her masturbation could not satisfy.

Before she could react, she felt a light tickle on each of her wrists, and then her arms were yanked over her head by two other vines that appeared from the other direction of the forest. Elizabeth snapped her head around, looking for any more of these strange vines.

This story is part of the Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant series:
Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant
Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant 2: Breeding in Paradise
Bred by the Jungle Tentacle Plant 3: The Final Breeding

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Midnight Snack: Sucking on the Neighbor Boy


Marissa’s sex life went kaput when her older husband started taking sleeping pills. Left wanting and hungry, she looks for some satisfaction in her kitchen. As she tries to find a release, she discovers her 18-year-old neighbor watching her through the window and realizes he has the same hunger as she. Will they give in to the temptation to satisfy each other’s desires or go to bed hungry?

This 5,100 word short story is for adults only. It contains voyeurism, masturbation, food play, oral sex (blow job and cunnilingus) between a sexy cougar and the teenager next door plus whipped cream and indecent acts with a cucumber!

All characters in this story are adults over 18 years old.


Something else took over as Marissa led Todd into her house. Someone else. Someone she’d hidden deep inside—the younger version of herself who loved to have sex and enjoy life. The one that faded away after a few years of marriage and domestication. She felt alive and excited, walking around stark naked in front of this young man, letting her hips sway side to side so Todd could get a good view of her toned and tanned ass.

“What were you doing outside?” Marissa asked as she turned around, leaning against the counter where she sat masturbating just minutes earlier.

Todd was clearly unnerved by her nudity, his eyes darting from her face to the cabinets to the floor and back again. All he wanted was to leap on her, to grope her body and taste her skin. Instead, he felt like a little boy standing in front of a grown woman.

Marissa loved being naked in front of him, watching him as his eyes ogled her body and then shamefully darted away.

“I, uh, I was headed home.”

“Aren’t you out kind of late for a school night?” She raised her eyebrow playfully.

Todd cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “I graduated already. I’m an adult now. A man.”

Marissa’s eyes trailed down his body, to where his pants now concealed his package. Her gaze felt like x-rays to Todd. “You certainly are.” She smiled.

“I, uh, I’m sorry I was, uh, looking in the window—”

“Did you see anything you liked?”

“Um, uh, I didn’t see anything.” Suddenly his throat felt very dry. This was weird. It felt like a trap, but she didn’t seem mad. She seemed playful and amused like she had something indecent in mind.

“Are you sure?” Marissa eased herself up onto the counter, propping one leg up on the island again, giving Todd a perfect view.

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play

Curves for the Football Star


Meg was a loser in high school. When kids weren’t making fun of her they were ignoring her. Ten years later she’s a confident, curvy lady with a sexy husband, so she decides to attend her high school reunion. When she sees her old high school crush Josh, she realizes he still makes her weak in the knees. As she finally gets up the courage to talk to him, he reveals that he has the hots for her curvy body and wishes she wasn’t married. Now Josh is a rich and famous football star and Meg decides she doesn’t want to miss out on the once-in-a-lifetime chance to sleep with him, so she makes an indecent proposal. Will they let their passions take over or leave the past to the past?

This 6200 word short story is for adults only and contains a curvy girl hooking up with her high school crush, including explicit oral sex, infidelity, and a hot one night stand in Mr. Clark’s chemistry lab.


The lights were out in the hallway and Josh offered me his hand as we slipped out of the gym. My heart was pounding in my head as we hurried down the hallway, the door slamming behind us and leaving us in near darkness. The warmth of his hand pulling me forward somehow kept me calm even though I felt for a moment like things were spinning out of control. I wasn’t supposed to want this, but I did. I was excited. I could feel my panties clinging damply against my sex. I couldn’t deny that.

Every fifth light in the ceiling glowed at half its normal output, and as we passed quickly through those beams I watched him in front of me, moving forward, never glancing back. Then suddenly he stopped, his arms around me before I could stop moving. Josh pushed me up against the lockers, the metal surprisingly cool through the fabric of my dress. His face moved towards mine, stopping for a moment to gaze into my eyes before his hand grabbed my neck, holding my head steady as he kissed me.

My knees went weak for a moment–a silly cliche but this was a moment I dreamed and fantasized about for so many years and I was breathless in his arms. Josh’s body was warm as it pressed against mine, his arms firm and muscular. I could feel the hardness of an erection growing in his pants as I grabbed his sides and held him close. Shivers danced through my body as his thumb stroked a sensitive patch of skin behind my ear. I was like ice melting into liquid in his hands, ready for him to tear off my dress and fuck me up against the lockers.

He pulled away, one hand trailing down my arm until he grasped my palm.

“You ever have sex in the school?” he whispered.

I shook my head. “You?”

His smile was mischievous and he pulled away from the wall, tugging me along behind him as he headed toward one of the doors.

Select your favorite retailer to buy and download this story instantly:

Download this story:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo
iTunes Smashwords Google Play