Dream Woman Part One (Series)

Andrew's life was in shambles. His boss had been piling on reports and contracts beyond anything he could hope to keep up with. This then meant he was putting in extra hours and staying late. Exhausted and frustrated, Andrew spent most of his free time sleeping and arguing with his wife.

"Do you realise that I'm doing this so that we can keep the house?" He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, taking a short break from his work-issued laptop. "I'm breaking myself to keep you happy!"

June glared at him. An anger that had been simmering was now bubbling over. "I'm not happy, Andrew! And the fact that you haven't noticed is just further proof that this isn't going to work!"

"You don't mean..."

"I'm staying at Georgia's tonight." June walked away, the front door slamming behind her moments later.

An alert sounded on Andrew's laptop. It was an 'Urgent' email with even more work for him to complete. But he had barely started reading it when a second email came through, then a third. He could feel it burying him as his mind became occupied with June and his dying marriage. Too many fires to put out and the heat was becoming unbearable.

Take a break, sweetheart... You've earned it...

He looked towards the doorway, hoping to see June. The door was wide open and there was no sign of anyone. Now he really was losing it. The voice he heard was kind and caring. Not the voice of his wife, but rather the memory of warmth and care she once had for him. That was all he had now. A memory of love as the fires continued to spread and consume his life.

Private Dance (OpenTGC Re-Post)

Liam shook his ass as twenty dollar bills rained down upon him. It was not his proudest moment by any means, but he felt this was the only way to catch up with his debts. The only reason he was able to dance at his local stripclub was because he stole his Sister's enchanted collar. With it, he could change his body and mind at will, allowing him to create 'Layla'. She was growing in popularity quickly thanks to the collar's power gifting him with dance skills and a body that all the other dancers were jealous of. But with that popularity came his downfall.

"Layla, you have a client asking for a private dance." One of the girls smiled, taking over for 'Layla' on the podium. "Looks like a big spender!"

The client in question was someone Liam knew, though thankfully there was no way of this guy identifying him. But Liam was still a little nervous to be dancing for someone he knew, even if it was just one of his Sister's ex-boyfriends. Their breakup was quite recent, so it was no surprise that Jake had come to a stripclub for some relief, though perhaps him choosing 'Layla' was not much of a coincidence...

"Come on, Layla, I wanna feel that ass grind against me!" Jake laughed, throwing more money at Liam. "How much for an extra service?"

Liam paused briefly, taken aback by the request. "I don't know about the other girls, but I have a 'no extras' rule." He smiled back at Liam.

"Every woman has her price." Jake nodded. "But maybe you don't have a price because you're willing to do the extras for free, right honeypot?"

A Growing Curse (Caption Story)

They fell onto the bed as soon as the bedroom door shut behind them. Amy kissed her lover with an eagerness and passion that made the months of waiting finally worth it. Their lips connected and hands began to wander.

"I can't believe... we're finally going to do this." She spoke between urgent kisses. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Lance smiled. He never thought he'd be the one getting pinned to the bed. He never thought he'd feel Amy's breasts pressing against his own soft mounds. Never thought he'd feel arousal so unfamiliar to his usual hardness. Instead, there was a pulsing and ever growing ache between his legs. "I'm sure."

A Share Of The Family Fortune (Caption Story)

"Oh my fucking gawd!" Tiffany exclaimed. "Is that really him!?"

Her father was a very wealthy and influential man. For Tiffany, that was both a blessing and a curse. Sure, she had anything she could ever possibly ask for, but finding a guy that wanted to be with her was tough. She dated countless men. Some were open about their ambitions to secure the family fortune. Others claimed they didn't even know who her dad was.

Of all the scumbags she'd dated, there was only one man who she genuinely fell in love with. Darren was an athlete with a full scholarship and a promising future. Tiffany thought she had finally found someone who could love her and not her family wealth.

But then Darren was caught snooping around during a gala hosted at her father's mansion. The bastard had a watch that cost more than his own house stuffed in his pocket and was looking through a jewellery box when security caught him.