I was terrified. Sitting alone in the hallway outside my classroom was creepy by itself; with half of the lights dimmed and the other classrooms closed and dark, I was beginning to feel like I was in a horror movie. One of those slasher ones where the dumb schoolgirl trips over nothing and gets cut to ribbons. On top of that I had to stay behind so I could...
Break-up was inevitable; I mean of course, it was. We reached college and people who recognized her worth and beauty started fawning over her, making her realize that we were out of the shallow well of high school. I was no longer the most beautiful girl she knew... I became the jaded cheerleader. Mandy always thought that I had it easy, that I would fall o...
Chapter One (September 1997) Angie stopped one step inside the Union Bar. It was Friday night, seven o'clock and already busier by far than she'd ever seen. Then again, she had only been at uni a week, and for Freshers' Week at that. Maybe this was the way ahead. Maybe this was how Friday nights would always be. Meaning bars jam-packed with students of a...
It's a slow night at the club. I've spent the evening dancing on the sparsely-populated dance floor with this Sapphic succubus with big tits, a soft pouting mouth and hands that can't stay still. They've been cupping and massaging my ass during all the slow numbers, and brushing up against my tits during all the fast ones. I think once she got a quick nipple...
Foreword This story features Heather Hunter and continues her most recent girl-on-girl "romance" (although not very directly and not without diversions along the way). It also includes some straight sex, an activity Hev hasn't ever been able to quit for good. If you are anti "straight" please feel free to skip Chapter Two and enjoy the rest of the yarn. *...
It had been one helluva week; the kids had played up so much that I had to go to the school twice to sort out problems. Bills had come through the door like water from a tap and the mortgage was a month late. I had discovered a leak in the bathroom toilet making it necessary for me to call in a plumber and the washing machine had broken down so the repairm...
Dame Amaranth stalked through the crowd of human cattle, her fangs sharp against her tongue as she looked for a victim. She could smell the blood within them, the rich, red warmth just barely contained within these fragile shells of flesh. Did they know, these brief mortals, what walked alongside them? Could they imagine the eternity of darkness, the unholy...
Soon after she moved into the sleepy Gloucestershire village of Brompton Regis, Serafina found herself at rather loose end. The slow pace of charming country life was a far cry from her exotic paradise home of Basse Terre in the idyllic island paradise of Guadaloupe, where she met her new husband, the eccentric philanthropist Professor Montgomery Havelock....
Gwen, dressed in just her charcoal sweater, knelt on Domenique's living room rug, her sweet round ass up, her smooth brown legs spread apart and her head nestled in her folded arms. She watched Domenique, still fully clothed, sitting on her chaise, sipping her spiced white wine, and roving her eyes covetously over Gwen's lovely contours. Gwen, her ass open a...
(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...