Her name was Autumn, and she was a dream, a fantasy, and a wish all come true. A country girl who was no stranger to the city, Autumn seemed to feel comfortable anywhere, but she loved late nights the most. She had long, red hair, and thick curls that framed a beautiful young face with full lips and blue eyes. She was tall and slender, but with C-cup breast...
I sit across from her nursing a beer and watching as she wipes away the condensation from her glass. She asked if we could meet up and hang out. I suggested my place for convenience and of course discretion, but was met with resistance. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous in hindsight. I'm not even entirely sure what I am doing fanning this flame, I just canno...
Salome is an historical figure whose existence is recorded by the gospel writers and by the Jewish historian Josephus, and who has for two thousand years stirred the imaginations of artists, writers and composers. The 'Salome' of this story is the central character in an opera by Richard Strauss, based on a play by Oscar Wilde. This 'Salome' performs an erot...
To describe Autumn as beautiful was like describing the sun as "kind of hot". She had a face that inspired dreams, a body that took over fantasies, and an undeniable sexual energy about her that could break the will of even the most dedicated man. Her flaming red hair made her stand out like a true goddess, yet her quiet demeanor allowed her to practice the...
1 Mistress Anne and her pet Autumn had been at the party for an hour. Anne was wearing a leather bustier that served to exaggerate the already impressive smallness of her waist and large, attentiveness of her breasts. She was wearing a very short cotton skirt that did nothing to hide her long, flaccid cock. There was no reason for her to hide it; she had en...
Quick note: This is not as much of a stand-alone story as the others, but it is a free country. If you start reading here, you will catch up on the characters pretty quickly. ***** Chapter 7 The port the next morning was St. Martin. The island was divided between France and the Netherlands back in the 1600s, and the Dutch part is called "St. Maarten". The...
What in the name of the gods am I doing? There is a cold crispness to the autumn night air. The sky is clear, letting the stars shine brightly in all their glory. The air smells of crunchy leaves and wet mud. It's rained recently, but my nose didn't need to tell me that. The mud covering my feet is proof enough, and they aren't the only part of me caked in...
This is the final chapter in the something unexpected series. All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18. ***** "Hey boss," Doug said as we got into his run down old Blazer. "Gee whiz," I groaned. "I thought I told you to drive my car to come and get us." "Ah, come on boss," he shot back. "This sweet old ride will get the job done." "The fuc...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Goth can be defined as many things, especially when used to describe oneself. Those out of the know tend to just think of it as a sense of fashion in a similar vein to the Emo or Scene kids in high school, though of course, some people choose to dress the way they do for...
This is the 4rd story written about Emily. It is a stand alone story but if you like it please read the others. I would like to thank Larry for the editing on all the stories. They flow much better and are a better read because of his help. I would also like the thank Darkniciad for his help on the organization of the stories. Please leave comments or sugges...