Marcius and Belndia shuffled into the cave, their torches in one hand and swords in the other. The cave wasn't deep, but was big enough for their party to spend the night. The other plus was that it didn't look to be the current home to any critters. The two warriors looked at each other and nodded. "This should do fine," Marcius said. "Last thing I wanted...
Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. The two women looked at each other; Jen with masked civility, Helen with barely concealed contempt. "Well at least she has good taste," Jen thought. The emerald green dress the blonde wore, while not overtly sexual, did display her figure to good effect. It showed a body very much like Jen's, with matching curves. Jen esti...
A young woman comes into Gil's Pub. She's over six feet tall, voluptuous and quite beautiful, with long, lustrous Black hair, light brown skin and pale bronze eyes. She's wearing a stylish Black business suit underneath her long Black overcoat and looks around the room coldly. She takes in the décor, the male and female patrons and the owner himself, along w...
We arrived at the posh New York City restaurant at 8 pm sharp. It was a new out-of-the-way place that had been featured prominently in a number of exclusive social magazines. Since we were visiting from out of town, it took several phone calls to get a prized reservation, but persistence finally paid off when I learned that a friend of a friend knew the head...
Hello, readers! I have a passion for erotic literature and when I got this urge, I crossed my mind and wrote what is now on your screen. I desperately need an editor. The story is a long one (so I've intended), but will only be continued if it gets some response from your side. It means a lot. So PLEASE comment! All the plots and characters are the imagina...
Eyes meet across a crowded room. She smiles hesitantly then turns away, bashful. When she looks at him again her expression is quizzical. For his part there is a vague sense of recognition. He knows that he doesn't know her but he is sure he's seen her before. Where? He moves through the throng of shoppers, never breaking eye contact, closing the gap betwee...
Notar bene - although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. In the last enstallment, gentle reader, our trepidous Lady met the less trepid George Pickstock. In putting her side of the argument, it is possible that Lady...
Dìpucitna's sanguine arrow pierced my pallid flesh. I felt it tear in and through my mortal breast, three and a quarter inches below my left collarbone -- with a searing sting and violent flood of sickly white-hot heat -- before the cold clutch, pull, and tug; as half my human heart was torn from me. She stood over me, terrible and beautiful. My ears filled...
Note: This is a much shorter chapter than usual with no nookie in it. I wanted to tie up some story threads here so that the final act can have a clearer focus. Business shall resume as normal in chapter 12. ***** Trying not to run was frustratingly difficult when you had not seen your lover in almost a month. Despite it being a bright and warm afternoon,...
Ashlynn allowed him to put her in his car before she felt her brain slowly flicking back on, thoughts like daggers plummeting through her quickly waning bliss. As the engine hummed to life a few moments later, logic was beginning to seep back in. She would owe Marlene an explanation, but worse, she was going to owe herself one. She knew better. "Where are...