Ariadne sat up, her head pounding. She was still in the god’s chamber, the dark bed to her left, the low table and the single window far to her right. The door- still locked, she imagined- at her back. And, she noted with dismay, she was still on the floor. And sitting in the cold gravy. “Crap.” What had woken her? Who cares? Her conscience whispered. Just...
1. A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard....
Sandy was having a bad day, could it get worse? Simple answer? Yes! Much worse, much, much worse. Sandy was in the top form in her final year, A level study was going OK, and all things being equal University next year should be on the cards. On the other hand, her love life was just the opposite. Sandy had convinced herself she had not reached the age yet w...
Auhtor's note: This story takes a long time to get to the sex parts. The beginning is vital to the story, so if you don't want to wait for the jerk-off part, press the back-button now. England, 1579. It was illegal. Immoral. He could get hung for it. And most definitely he was going to get doomed to an eternity of suffering in the burning pits of hell! Bu...
"The gazelle freezes and pricks her ears up. She can sense the danger, but she can't see it. Her brain is no match for the lion's, whom evolution has honed into an almost perfect predator. He waits patiently. Soon enough, the gazelle relaxes and resumes her meal. This is the moment for the lion to pounce! He tears straight into her thighs, her most vulnerabl...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** DISCLAIMER - THIS IS AN EROTIC FICTION THAT DRAWS FOR OVER A CENTURY ACROSS THE UNITED STATES. ALL CHARACTERS INCLUDING THOSE HOLDING PUBLIC OFFICES ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~°°° It was the summer of 1869. The blood fest that was the...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** I was given the following address by Mr. Maynard's secretary and arrived there promptly at half past tw...
At a party. First night back out after the disaster that was her previous "love match." Fuck. How do you do these things? Shouldn't she be home with a gallon of ice cream and tissues? Still, she didn't feel like crying or wallowing, enough was enough. Time to be herself again and get out there, make friends again. Time to figure out who she was again and sto...
Ondrea snapped her head up and stared at the wide open door. "Ever heard of knocking, Franca?" "Ever heard of locking the door?" She gave an appreciative whistle, "Nice undies by the way, very sex goddess." Rea threw a pillow at her friend who dodged it and plopped down laughing on the bed. "I wanted to see if you were ready, but apparently not." "I w...
This is a parody... It is not real I was sitting on my sofa watching an LA Dodgers game, with my roommate, the very beautiful Erin Andrews. We have been friends for quite a while... just friends... Yes, I was living with a woman I was not fucking. I know that hurts my reputation, but it's the truth. She's married, so we share the house, but her husband was...