It was too dark to see the face of the figure who was moving toward my berth, but, discounting a very early morning call with coffee, this could only be bad news; I had only moments to react. I grabbed the phone Alessandra had given me and set it to taser mode. Pointing it at the person opening the compartment, I fired straight at the solar plexus; the figu...
Early Morning Muffins: Day 1 - Discovery I suppose every young girl you talk to will tell you that they have a best friend. A long time acquaintance with whom they do not hesitate to trust and confide in with things of a personal nature too sensitive to even discuss with their mother. That pretty well sizes up me and Lori. We’ve been friends forever or at l...
The first time they fucked, they swore it was a mistake. Initially, Hera wasn't exactly sure how someone could accidentally fuck, though her husband claimed it happened all the time. After all, fucking was a rather deliberate activity that involved engagement, intent, and motion, right? But when she found herself just a tad too drunk at an Olympian get-to...
My family and I have always been very well off with my Father being a Stock- broker and my Mother in the fashion industry we were definitely not short on money. We all live together in our Stately home 'Lilyfort Manor' amongst the English countryside with beautiful gardens, wine cellar, stables and our own forest which we use for firewood in the winters. It...
Thanks to Angel Love for her editing. I was at the office working late, again. This was starting to become the norm, not leaving for home until 7:00 P.M. or later. The long hours were interfering with my so-called life but I'm in the mortgage business and with rates down as low as they are, the number of refinances are at an all time high. You have to make...
-Salem, Massachusetts, autumn 1691- --Author's note: this story was inspired by my recent research into the Salem witch trials of 1692, and one author's observation of the sexual undertones in the accounts of witchcraft: "pricking", arched backs, moaning, etc. So I decided to spin this concept into an erotic story of women-loving-women. I plan to write seve...
Tom brought his phone over to Cliff's room to take a look at the pictures. "Wow," said Cliff "Yeah Casey was right, these are fake as hell. Outline's visible and the lighting's all over the place. It's like baby's first time usin' Photoshop, I can't believe your ass fell for this." Tom snatched his phone back. "Sorry we don't all minor in graphic desig...
Around two weeks had passed since the breakup. Sydney had been pulled out of bed by Amanda, who'd decided to treat her to a relaxing day out on the water, followed by a night of Fourth of July fireworks. The two women laid out on deck chairs, sunbathing on the deck of Amanda's yacht. Sydney was wearing a skimpy yellow two-piece, matching her blonde hair. Ama...
Emma and Caroline didn't get much sleep that night. They had so much pent-up sexual energy they made love all night, save for the hour or so eating dinner. They finally fell asleep around four in the morning. They received their wake-up call promptly at 6:30. The captain of their private jet had told them wheels up was promptly at eight. They groggily got ou...
A young, somewhat shy girl is walking through the green Irish landscape. She is a typical Irish girl to look at: red hair and freckles. As she walks, her head hanging, her shoulder dropped, her chest pulled in, it starts to rain. Luckily there is a shelter nearby and she hastens to it. When she enters she finds there is somebody there already, A beautiful, s...