"Of course not," says Sarah, and turns her back on me. I hear the zip on her shorts opening, and suddenly they're around her ankles. I stand and watch, lost for words. She is wearing boys' boxer shorts, slightly too big on her. They hide her curves baggily, apart from where they're wedged between the cheeks of her arse, before she drops them too. She bends...
From that point on, Karen felt like she was in a dream. When she stood up her eyes briefly met those of the bartender, a middle-aged blonde whose expression was professionally neutral. Then she looked around the bar, momentarily paranoid that one of her co-workers might have seen what just transpired. But the bar was almost empty, and none of the few faces l...
In the darkness of the room, my eyes close and I listen to my breathing and heartbeat. The sheets freshly laundered, the slight sweetness of the fabric softener fills my senses. Gradually my body warms the bed and I doze off in the enveloping warmth. The shaft of light from the hallway brings me out of my slumber. Its quickly extinguished as the door closes...
After our first night together you sleep for twelve hours exhausted, content. You find me outside in the sun and hover by the tent flaps, wrapped in a throw, too self conscious to step outside although we are alone. Your face is a whirlpool of discontent, "Good afternoon, Kitten. Have you slept well?" You close your eyes, take a deep breath. Your hands...
The following is an excerpt from A Murder in Eden, the third novel in my erotic science fiction series. * "You know," Noah sighed, "when I stand up here and wave my arms, there's a reason." "You were waving your arms?" Rachel R said. "Really? I didn't notice." She turned to her sister. "Did you see him waving his arms up there?" "It's not funny," Noah gr...
Hey, there. My name is Catherine Burning and I'm a five-foot-nine, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a real estate agent by day and a BDSM fanatic and interracial domination enthusiast by night. I live in my mansion with my assorted slaves, a group of women whose only ambition in life is to serve me. Sexu...
Alex surveyed the kitchen, and was pissed. Meg had said she was going to clean in when Alex left for work that morning, and now it was even worse. Meg came out of the living room and gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?" She asked. "I was hungry earlier, so I made some pasta. I saved some for you in the fridge." With the Meg headed back to th...
Raven's plan to play sick and dupe her step-mom into doting on all day long had worked fantastically. Still the young girl could never have guessed what Liz would do when she discovered the true nature of the plot. Liz Robinson loved games. Especially ones played with sexual motives in mind. And so, as she sat on Raven's bed that Wednesday afternoon, starin...
When Denise got to bed, she couldn't help but feel sexy. tonight had been so crazy! She'd been to a sorority party on the college campus that night, and she'd had quite a bit to drink. She'd also seen some of the sexiest guys and girls in town, and it was doing things to her. Courtney had been at the party with her, and they had both been pretty turned on by...
Ashley could hardly believe it. She was sitting backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, her slim and waifish figure outlined by bright bulbs on the mirror. Perched on a stool, she was waiting for her hero -- Sigrid. "The Norse Ladykiller." "Barbarian Queen." "Lady Viking." "Huntress." No matter what name she'd wrestled under, Ashley had followed her career eve...