continued... Day 11... Suprisingly, we had both awakened before the eight AM alarm sounded, Marni starting the coffee pot brewing while I showered first. Noticing the several hickies and bite-marks that covered my boobies as I dried, Marni checked her own before getting in the shower, announcing, "Looks like we were attacked by a pack of small dogs."...
When I wrote A Space Oddity I intended it to be a one-off. However, a number of readers dropped heavy hints that they'd like to see more of my bunch of peculiar characters and even more peculiar plot (a cross between old-fashioned space opera and not quite so old-fashioned spy stories). So eventually I succumbed (even to the extent of sticking a serious stor...
There's a lot of build up here -- the sex doesn't get started for a while. *** "I'm not doing it, Louie." "Aw, come on, Tina. It's funny." "No. It wasn't even funny the first time. And definitely not the fourth. I know you don't like humans, but they have families to take care of just like we do. Give it a rest." "But it's a holiday tradition. Like us."...
To my fans: This chapter is not about sex, it is a chapter about the pain of separation. It is a chapter about surviving that separation, and it is a chapter about the joy of life changing events. It is necessary to set up the sex in chapter seven. Separation: 4:12 a.m. I'd been watching those numbers change since I woke at 2:00, unable to stop thinking a...
This is an excerpt from A Birth in Eden, the second novel in my erotic science fiction series. Mary is the abbess of a school run by a religious order which supports itself through prostitution of its students. Laura is governor of the local transit station. What began in an earlier chapter as a confrontation has turned into --- this. * "Mary, thanK YOU."...
I love Fridays. And I truly adore Fridays in London. I've been here six months now, enough time to establish my routine. Finish work between six and seven. Never, never have a drink with work colleagues. (Why would I? I see enough of them the rest of the week). Never, never make a date with friends. And even though we went dress-down ages ago, always wea...
I lived in a building on the 2nd floor in an apartment next door to a lesbian couple. For the life of me, I cannot remember their names, as they were just ordinary, common names. Though we'd never been in each other's apartments, we got acquainted by virtue of our 2nd-story back porches being only a few feet apart. No offense to lesbian ladies, but these t...
Sarah slowly reached below the desk, unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off her feet. Next came her socks, one by one, which she tucked into her shoes. With both feet bare, she lowered them on to the thick, plush carpet. Slowly, she brushed the bottom's of her feet back and forth. The rich, plush pile felt wonderful. Sarah gazed back at the computer on th...
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. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
Rachel Johnson was enjoying her first day off from work in over a month. The twenty-three year old lesbian vixen was a massage therapist. She spent the day lounging on her back porch getting a tan. She had dozed off to sleep a couple of times. She was woke up by a moving van next door. Someone was moving into the house behind her's. As she wondered who it w...