Mahogany... Justice wasn’t something Mahogany Jones felt inclined to on normal terms. She felt a pull to revenge more often than the justice part. Maybe it was her upbringing but she wasn’t the prim and proper woman her mother would have wanted. She had an unearthly beauty that rivaled Grecian goddesses. Her thicker frame only made her curves more profound. Markus... He was towering over her seat and she had to crane her neck slightly to get a full picture of the man. He looked fit, you could see his muscles bulging from beneath the shirt he wore. He had jet black hair and dark grey eyes with hints of amber at the center of the iris. He had an almost puppy dog look that men of Mahogany's age rarely embodied.

The thickness of her thighs giving way to an hourglass mid-section with ample bosom and darkness overshadowing the gleam in her eyes. She spent the next moments sketching wolves where their fierce eyes entangled with fur and they had a sliver of human-ness in their pupils. Continue Reading.

“You took video???” “You took the video, Mahogany, I just participated.” Markus shrugged and slid the phone back into his pocket. MAKE ME - Mahogany and Markus move to a new chapter in their "relationship". Continue reading...

Mahogany Jones didn’t sleep at all that night. She felt the familiar fire burn within. She was the fire. Her deepest fantasies about Markus swam in her mind. Markus… The voice chimed. Join Mahogany as she searches for the mysterious Markus and falls further into obsession. Continue Reading...

Markus…. Why did that name speak softly in her mind, repeating every few minutes like a silent alarm. Markus… Markus… Markus. As Mahogany dives further into her desires for the "Mystery Man", she gets an unexpected surprise. Continue Reading...

“Someone’s had an interesting night,” a lady named Susan called from the cubical next to hers. “Yeah a bit of a mistake if you ask me,” Mahogany said clicking her mouse. The next chapter dives deeper into Mahogany and Markus's lives after the chance encounter. Continue Reading...

Markus... He was towering over her seat and she had to crane her neck slightly to get a full picture of the man. He looked fit, you could see his muscles bulging from beneath the shirt he wore. He had jet black hair and dark grey eyes with hints of amber at the center of the iris. He had an almost puppy dog look that men of Mahogany's age rarely embodied.