It was a full moon autumn night when the masquerade took place. Hundreds of masked and nameless bodies writhed within a world pulse pounding music, electric rays of light and heightened arousal. David had adorned himself in a white roman toga with a black leather belt cinched at his waist to allow the cotton material to accentuate his finely toned buttocks...
Thank you to my husband who supports me in all my crazy endeavors and to Antagonee for some awesome and professional editing on this story! * Waking up proved painful and challenging. My head was sore and my vision refused to focus, the lids of my eyes heavy. I thought about going to sleep again when a low-pitched voice started to speak. "Quick! Get him g...
Clint Folsom was angry, tense, and horny as well now, having missed his first opportunity to dispatch the killer of his lover. He had sought one form of death—Bruno Meister's death. Having been denied that, he now had a gripping need for another form of death. It was time to see if the Italian count was able to live up to his potential. Folsom crossed the f...
Just as when the door closed, I felt someone push me up roughly against the wall. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded with the side of my face pressed up against the wall. "Shh..." a husky whisper said. Who was he? I couldn't put my finger on his voice. "What do you want, asswipe?" I demanded. "Having my fill," he whispered and I felt him tie a blindfold o...
"Hello?" I answered the call on my cell phone. "Hello?" came the reply. I was startled. It was as though I was listening to my own echo, except that it sounded electronic and artificial. "Who is this?" I asked tentatively as I sat up from the couch, the leather creaking as I shifted my weight, shattering the still silence of the library in the house that Z...
The German police detective, Sigmund Frist, who had been plowing his American counterpart, Clint Folsom, the previous night couldn't have picked a worse time to want further attention from Folsom. Folsom had gone to sun bathe and to dry out the effects of a raucous night topside on the MS River God as it shot down the most scenic segment of the Rhine. But he...
The blue and gold of the Alexander lounge turned into scarlet and gold of the Hephaestion club as the American detective, Clint Folsom, and the German police inspector, Sigmund Frist, descended into an area that took perhaps a third of the room of the lounge above it but that held quite a few banquette-style seating areas on three tiers going down to a small...
(All characters are 18 years old or older.) Well, I promised that I'd post a new story as soon as I got 10 responses -- so here it is. Hope you all feel it was worth the wait :-) Note for this story: I have a thing about using fancy language in sex scenes (as you may have noticed in Ch. 4) -- I blame this on the first erotica I ever read, which were "class...
Rage. Heat. Raw emotion. High ecstasy. Building sensation. Things that can't be controlled, that can't be ignored, that can't be released. This was a night not like any other. Two orks making love, after momentous events of their relationship, has made this night the night of pure lovemaking. And this not just any ordinary night of lovemaking, this is diffe...
They had been friends for quite a while. Having met at a party neither really planned to attend, their friends found it interesting how well the two had bonded. Their spouses, however, did not find the time the two shared to be that appealing. Given how close they became and the level of comfort each had with each other, moving from friends who told each oth...