ALL CHARTERS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS WORK OF FICTION ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. ***** Darkness surrounded Lua. In the middle of The Mistress massive bed she sat Indian style. Her hands in her lap and her eyes shut tightly. Mrs. Bateman was near but had not yet accompanied her on the bed. Lua could smell her though. The Mistresses scent wasn't like...
The early days of my relationship with Sara are described in the stories centered around our time at the gym as we became close friends. While those are not necessary to this story, it provides a bit of background to our relationship and the context for this brief, intense encounter... ***** After our months together and keeping all of our meetings secret...
So you know a little about me, I always did the boy thing until college. Before then and growing up, I thought girls were attractive but it was more about wanting to have their clothes and cute style. I never thought of them other than as friends. In high school, I dated guys and they swarmed all over me like bees. That's when I realized guys operate on a to...
Keys tapped on the keyboard of the laptop, the click clacking becoming a mundane sound in the background to the conversation of the user of said laptop. Fingers flying across the laptop like a pianist plying their trade, not even noticing how fast she worked. Even while frantically tapping away with her work her attention was only half focused on what she wa...
Disclaimer: -This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission. -This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto. -Send comment...
The Angie series is more of a light-weight bit of fun, don't expect any deep drama, it's not there. Any comment is more than welcome. ***** Angie dropped Trish at Alicante airport, their goodbyes were a little tearful but not overly sad, it was more like good friends saying goodbye, yes they had been lovers for a week and a bit but both seemed content to a...
I'd been dreaming of this weird forest for a while. Every night I'd find myself walking along a path through the woods, right where I left off the last time. Sometimes there were road signs, but like most dreams the text on them was garbled or impossible to remember. The only thing I could figure out was that the place I was headed toward had a little heart...
Marti was gone when I woke. The only evidence that she had really been with me was the rumpled pillow beside mine, and the pleasant soreness of my body. She had really given me a work out! Now what? I wondered. What kind of relationship were we to have? Was this just a one-night thing, an expression of intense lust? Or would it become something more...
All's Fair in Warfare Thunder clapped angrily in the distance, ripping the night with momentary light. Rain beat down hard on the black buildings of Berlin. God was grieving for the lifeless body lying on the floor of the Wust family home. Emily Wust awoke with a start. She sat bolt upright on her bed. Was that me? She brought a trembling hand to her throb...
~ 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...