Natasha Lexington's heels clicked against the marble floor of the elegant staircase. "Honey, I'd like you to meet Sophia." Dorian said. She swirled her wine glass, silently examining every minute detail of the foreign girl. "This was the most attractive maid you could find?" she said. The words were meant to hurt. She wanted the girl to know who held h...
I highly recommend that you read the 1st installment in the series before venturing into this one. This story contains graphic lesbian sex and vampirism. It was originally published in 2015 at another site.Much of the sex is anal -- I've marked the beginning and end of these paragraphs with *** if you want to skip them but still continue reading the story....
"Hey Mags, check it out! I found my new boyfriend!" Maggie pulled her gaze away from the rows of pink boxes before her and made her way down the aisle to where Sasha was standing. The tall, lithe brunette was holding a large, glossy box with a picture of a bikini-clad model on the front. Maggie studied the lettering on the package. Big Tex, she read, appar...
Hello, my name is Linda, I'm 28 years old. I have an online girlfriend, two years younger than me, on the other side of the globe. I wrote this story for her but she allowed me to publish it here. It is a story about how I wish our lives could be... sharing one special night of our lives with you. I hope you enjoy it. I came home, tense and in a bad mood af...
Alana's hands skimmed over her smooth skin, following the gentle curves and contours of her body. She shivered as she touched her inner thighs, moving them apart under the covers, then sliding one hand up to her shaven pussy. As she began stroking her clit, feeling the sensation of pleasure, she thought, 'Damn, I wasn't going to do this'. Rick, her husband,...
Well I am back in Sweden now after my one-year au pair job just ended. I am writing this story to let off a little steam because if I don't "tell" someone or something what happened my head is going to explode. I hope it makes sense as I write it but it might seem a bit dis-jointed. What happened to me in America wasn't the worst thing that could have happen...
This is my entry for the "In a Sunburned Country" writers' challenge. This is the first time I have entered one of the contests, so I can only hope not to make a royal mess of it. The most Aussie thing I know is cricket, so it is the focal point of the story. For those not familiar with the sport (basically everyone not from a handful of former British colon...
"Dear Diary, Why the hell does this girl in my home room keep looking at me? I don't even know her. I don't even know her name, like seriously, she's pissing me off. I understand you might want to look at people sometimes, but damn, this chick needs to just take a picture of me because the constant staring is creeping/pissing me off." That was my diary ent...
I was intoxicated by her from the moment I set eyes on her – A guest lecturer at the university. As soon as she walked into the room everything seemed in her control. She was tall and slim but not the twiggy kind of slim you see on catwalks. Her body looked full and voluptuous, the perfect hourglass shape. She had long thick brown hair that seemed to glide...
The pretty girl had obviously had too much to drink, and staying upright on her stiletto heels was proving to be a challenge for her. The handcuffs holding her wrists securely behind her back thrust her well formed breasts forward, drawing Lana's eyes like a pair of strong magnets would draw metal. Bill was leading her carefully by the arm toward the barred...