Chapter 3 - Power? The comforting warmth brought her back to reality. Her eyes flashed open as she jumped up in a panic, the sloshing of the water made her look down to realize she was in a tub. She gazed all around her to find she was still in the bathroom from before, her memory piecing together how she got in the bath. Beside the female was a toilet. Goo...
Vignette 2. - Rotkoff encounters love. Stephen Rotkoff grew up with sex ever-present in his life. His mother, Edit had been a battle hardened brothel keeper in Hamburg, when she and her husband took the decision to up sticks and go to England in the miserable, starving aftermath of the Great War. They bribed their way onto a tramp steamer and fetched up in...
I had walked into my house shaking. I had a date, if that's the proper term, with an absolute Goddess the next morning. We met two days earlier, when my police duties took me to a routine vandalism call on a secluded cul-de-sac. Answering the door was this striking woman with red hair, green eyes, a firm tanned body and what seemed like the most luscious set...
content note: trans person stopped by police, some sexual touch happens before consent is given * The spring afternoon is warm and mellow. There's no traffic to interrupt my thoughts or slow my pace on this long straight highway. I'm headed home from a sex-filled weekend, so I'm replaying the highlights in my mind and enjoying being half hard. Without real...
I hear the door open downstairs as I hurriedly finish applying eyeliner, the final piece in my surprise tonight. I scamper to the top of the stairs, my robe opening slightly in my rush to greet you. I blush as you grin up at me, shutting the door firmly behind you as your eyes rake my body, pausing to linger over my nipples, evidently hard beneath the silk....
"Lay on your stomach," Chris orders me gently, as I stare at him in nothing but my bra and shorts, since he just asked me to take off my shirt. Amused, I see that he can't keep his eyes locked in mine, and is trying his best not to glance at my chest. I know the only reason he offered me a massage was to get his hands on me, and quite frankly, I've been tryi...
Blake Mactire was a werewolf, and not a happy one. He sat at the bright airport bar, steadily working his way through yet another pint of dark beer, the bitterness of the brew matching his mood. He hated traveling, especially by air. He wasn't in control, there were too many people and not enough space. He swallowed a growl at the indignities required by g...
"Let me guess," Katie said. "This isn't what it looks like?" Her joyful smile gone, Sarah's eyes were wide with panic. But she had to say something... "I... I thought..." she stammered. "You thought what?" Katie demanded. "You thought I wouldn't find out, or you thought I wouldn't mind? If it's the first one, you're a sneaky little cunt. If it's the se...
The mud splattered his boots and rain pattered against his hair. Marlowe shrank into the slim warmth provided by his wool overcoat, watching his feet as he walked. The weather had taken a turn in the last few days, stealing away the last delicious drops of summer heat, replacing them with insidious chill and damp. The leaves were turning quickly now-- yellow...
(Author's Note: This chapter does NOT contain any sex/erotic scenes. Purely this is for the storyline of the series. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support while I go through this troubling time in my life. As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years of age or older.) With gentleness, Nikolai places Angeli...