(on a side note, this is the first erotic writing I've submitted. Please let me know what you think.) * Kara tossed her cards into the center of the table. "Fold. Can we get on with it?" she asked impatiently. The fellow sitting to her right, Collen something-or-other, tossed his hand in as well, nodding. Directly across the table from Kara, Laurent...
Looking in through the window I was fill with rage and loathing. That stupid husband of my favorite pony Princess was having his way with her. I couldn't believe it when Princess left my pasture for him. Ran off and got herself hitched, not to a cart but married. Princess, my sweet filly whose pretty pussy gleamed as shiny as her mane, was now eating his coc...
This is an edited version. Tall_poppy was kind enough to offer her help with spelling and grammar. :) Thank you Poppy! To all those who are about to read this and haven't already read part 1: stories are always better if you start at the beginning. ;)Hint hint. * The following day I walked around on cloud 9. I drove to work whistling and entered the dog...
Like what you see? I asked the short, stocky blonde-haired and green-eyed, decidedly butch gal I'd seen eyeballing me since I walked the Eaton Center that afternoon. Sorry about that ma'am, she said shyly, her butch swagger faltering for a moment. I looked her up and down, taking in the short, spiky blonde hair, the tattoos and the myriad piercings. The gal...
"On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross 'Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown" George Bennard ** Monday, 14...
*** "Alana! Wow. It's been a while. How've you been?" If it was even possible, Bella looked thinner than before. She took off her glasses and revealed those same doe eyes, but with dark circles underneath. She looked visibly perturbed, shifting uncomfortably in her chair but still trying to maintain the façade that she was happy to see her ex-lover. At lea...
After bathing, I rested, allowing Lady Emma to get ready for the banquet, and letting Flora and Molly, my two maids, set out my garments for the evening. As it was a State occasion, I wore my most elaborate entari (silk inner robe) with its decorated golden cevberi (belt) and a bejewelled dagger. Over that, I wore my best red silk kaftan, with golden embroi...
Walking out of the party early was nothing new. The same people, the same conversations, the occasional new news, two friends drink a bit too much and hook up, hoping no one else noticed their absence. It had become very monotonous to me. I had no excuse not hanging out with different people. I lived in a large city, with numerous possibilities. I had recei...
On the bed of her humid bedroom, the cellular phone began ringing “Take Me Out To The Ball Game,” and Denise Stone knew instantly that a terrible argument was coming. She almost through the phone out the window. Denise didn’t need to be psychic to know what was going to happen. She didn’t need a fortune teller’s crystal ball to know exactly who the caller w...
'What a tender young thing. Wonder who she belongs to. Oh you silly cow, I'm still in the States, not the L.C. (Lesbian Confederacy) She'll be a free lady.' It was the first time I laid eyes on Amanda, sitting in the first class lounge at Kennedy all alone, sipping a Canada Dry, looking a bit lost. She had thick light brown hair that came in a simple style...