The name of the resort is Ile des Femmes, which is French for Island of Women. It is a fitting name since it is run by women, staffed exclusively by women and caters only to women. A true No Man's Land, as it were. It doesn't advertise. You cannot find it in any travel brochures. There's not even a website. It's strictly word of mouth. And I love coming here...
She called me, sounding desperate. I was surprised to hear from her. It had been a while since we last talked. She asked me to come over. Said that she had to talk to me, but wanted it to be face to face. On my way to her house, I wondered what was so important that she couldn't say over the phone. I walked up to her porch, noticing that her blinds were low...
Here I stood in the middle of the hottest club in town. I was looking for my next lay. I loved having a cock deep inside me. It didn't matter if I was on my back letting him ram his cock into me or if I was on top riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. I felt empty without having a cock filling me up. I smiled at the bar tender taking my strawberry daiq...
Waking early, as she always did, Sarah sweetly brought me back to consciousness with a coffee and smoked salmon blinis. 'These are courtesy of Ekaterina. You missed a treat, Pixie.' Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked across at her, her blue eyes lively and teasing. 'No doubt this came courtesy of another Amazonian unnatural blonde. How unlike my own...
I've been so grateful to have such fantastic feedback from this little series thus far (the first two are 'Struggling to Sleep' and 'Her Mind Wanders...' if you've not seen them yet -- I'm still working on changing the titles to make them a definite series) and I would love it if you could keep your comments coming. It's important to me to write what people...
Washburn opened the door and stepped aside as the woman came into the house, dropping her purse on the couch and heading for the prepared lines of ground OC that waited on the marble cheese board. She inhaled two lines and grinned at him. "Is she dead?" Washburn avoided her eyes as he moved to the board and sucked a line back. "No." "What? She's not dead...
Jen had no way of knowing how much time was passing as she hung there in her chains in the darkness of the cellar. To begin with, she was hopeful as she hung there, holding herself close to the wall, feeling it's coolness become hers, restoring balance to her raging body, the pain from her caning steadily dissipating, everything going back to normal. She hun...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** A Wolf's Submission "Darling, if you keep treati...
Late Saturday night, a very tired and thoroughly satisfied group stopped for the day. Some stayed the night easily finding sleep companions. Candy and Cindy approached Dawn and asked if they could invite two close friends for the Sunday finale. "If they are as sweet as you love birds, by all means," replied Dawn. "Oh, they are very nice. We owe our curren...
~ When our lips touched, it was pure sugar. I had only ever kissed men - hungry men with hard lips. Kathryn's lips were soft. Supple. Suckable. Her tongue darted into my mouth, delighting me with its pliant, and then rigid, explorations. It was so new, such a different sensation, to be kissed by a girl. I felt almost like I was drinking rich and yielding ai...