He woke her up at a quarter to five in the morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, and in the darkness of their bedroom he slid down beneath the sheets and parted her thighs, and woke her with long, probing licks. She grew wet almost immediately, and he moved over her, slid himself inside her. They kissed deeply, and he placed a hand between their stomachs, his t...
Author's Note: There's some character development and overarching plot and some set up for future chapters here, so it's not a pure sex story. Reader feedback for LJ in particular is the main reason I've added to this story, so feedback - positive or negative - is always welcome. Oh, and yes. It's Kay. What happened when Mia and LJ left The Jungle... M...
Gwen, dressed in just her charcoal sweater, knelt on Domenique's living room rug, her sweet round ass up, her smooth brown legs spread apart and her head nestled in her folded arms. She watched Domenique, still fully clothed, sitting on her chaise, sipping her spiced white wine, and roving her eyes covetously over Gwen's lovely contours. Gwen, her ass open a...
On the day I called Victoria to tell her that beauty was not for sell, I did suggest I would loan her to her from time to time. Today was the first time. Victoria was hosting a "Ladies Only" weekend. I asked beauty if she wanted to attend. It took her about three seconds to answer in the affirmative. The weekend was a decadent weekend of lesbian love and lu...
A deeper look at Betty Nguyen from Risk Vs. Reward. * Author's Note If you have not read Risk Versus Reward, this story will probably hold very little interest for you. It's mostly backstory and is pretty light on sex. It is also fairly long and a bit of an emotional roller coaster, but fear not, if you read Risk Versus Reward, you already know things tur...
You definitely should read the prior chapter before this one. Otherwise it won't make sense. * The tension was so thick in the air, that Esmeralda would have preferred that the steam was thicker so that she would not have such a clear look at Gwen's face. It was an unprecedented situation for both; Gwen had never had her lovemaking interrupted by an acquai...
The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before being relocated t...
Friday morning Kelly gave me a necklace made of small, gold chain links, long enough to fit around my neck, but short enough that I couldn't remove it. She locked it on using a tubular 3-digit, 4-number combination lock, like what one might find on a bicycle lock, but only an inch and a quarter long and one-third of an inch thick. Kelly explained that she pu...
Chapter Five: I Hear The Roar Of The Smoke Machine Warmth. Sleepy half-conscious warmth, that all-suffusing glow that seeps through the body and looses every knotted muscle. Sometimes it comes from a hot bath or an electric blanket. And sometimes it comes from sleeping in somebody's arms, skin against skin, when the bodies fit together just right. Half-asl...
Faye Wagner heard the tapping at the back door and smiled when she looked up at the kitchen clock and saw that it was precisely 7 o'clock. The visitor was nothing if not precise, and the middle aged woman didn't even bother to peek through the curtains because she knew who it was. "It's me, your albatross!" the tall drink of water chirped after the door wa...