A goddess is only human, after all. (Sequel to "Primitive") "Somebody needs to bring you down a peg," said Ford, eyeing my naked breasts with a lusty sneer. "Oh, really? I suppose you think you're the man for the job?" I stood on the opposite side of the crude hut, arched my back to offer my tits for his scrutiny. His fingers curled at his sides. He was...
The desert night is clear and cold; across the campsite the fire flickers low. The soldiers are sleeping; their soft snores rise like smoke into the sky. At the camp’s edge the horses shuffle and stamp. Only the Sultan’s guard remain vigilant; massive and wordless, they stand either side of his tent like djinn. They watch me as I push the door-hanging back...
CHAPTER SEVEN: AN UNEXPECTED WEDDING GIFT Ah, Liz… Liz was a hanger-on to our core group. A little younger, a little crazier. She dresses with a hippy tie-dye blouses and long skirts that hid what promised to be an exceptional body that has long and lean with curves to spare. I had had several hot slow dances with her over the years… the kind that let y...
I started out from college as a workaholic. It cost me my marriage. The house and bank account were little compensation for the lonely days and nights, especially since I'd moved up the corporate ladder a bit and was able to delegate work to others. I'd even set up an office at home and worked there three days a week. That part was great since my house is wa...
I was deep within the arms of Morpheus when some kind of persistent ringing jarred me awake. At first, I thought it was the alarm clock, but repeated blows to its' head did nothing to silence the ringing. Then it dawned upon me that it was the front door buzzer that had interrupted my rest. This was one thing I really liked about my apartment building. You e...
It had been a very long day. My pussy had twinged and pulsated from the moment I woke up, and my thoughts were skating all over the place. I couldn't focus on much, so I made a plan to seduce my husband, Jim, when he came in from work. The only difficult part to my day was resisting the urge to take matters into my own hands and satisfy my hot cunt with one...
'Christmas is a time for togetherness and compassion. It's not a time to be on your own, not if you have a choice.' That was what my wife Julie had written in her letter to me, and I couldn't disagree; which made it even more of a kick in the guts that this Christmas she was going to be over 3,000 miles away, in fucking Afghanistan. I didn't agree with Brit...
Author's Note: District A1 is an anthology series. Each Week will usually focus on a different character, but in the same setting: District A1. ------------------- "Jamie!" Trish called out. She watched as Jamie Lambert got up from her seat next to a chubby, brown-haired girl. Jamie walked across the waiting room to the doorway where Trish was standing wi...
It was nine o'clock when Mei-Lien called the following evening. Through her newly acquired a speaker phone, she sounded rather distant and there was a slight echo when she spoke. After we had exchanged a few banalities, she became impatient to find out what lay in store for her. "I have spent the day recovering from the workout through which you put me yes...
Life for Emma was totally predictable. Work, television, bed, work. Social life, nil. Friends, nil. Interests, nil, well unless you counted wildlife documentaries, she loved animals, and the cheap romance paperbacks she read. Otherwise, there was nothing in her drab existence to write home about. There was only one mirror in her small tidy apartment. She d...