Hillary Trenton, a young, blue-eyed buxom blonde, was archaeology's fastest-rising star. A recent big find of a previously unknown species of dinosaur had catapulted the young archaeologist to public recognition (rare in her field) and, of course, money. Hillary was already set for life, a combination of TV appearances, book deals, and of course profit from...
All characters in sexual situations at 18 years of age or older. * I'm a high school senior and my history teacher offered to help anyone that was having trouble in his class. I really didn't need his help, but I like Mr. Logan so I scheduled a study session with him. He was unable to meet with me after school because he already had meetings scheduled with...
AUTHOR'S WARNING: Sexotics Fantasy stories are about bizarre sex and not so much the plot. These are stories for those of you that have been-there-done-that and are looking for perversity; for those of you who watch porn and think that the directors have a million creative possibilities at their disposal and instead just shoot the same old suck-and-fuck eve...
I returned to my hotel room after a long day of meetings and a factory tour. It was a great day actually but I was pretty tired. I was looking forward to some alone time. Right now I needed a little relaxation. Later I would head down to eat dinner from the bar menu and see if I could get in some bar chat for the rest of the evening. I undressed, hung my sh...
The first time I visited The Farm I was around fourteen and on a retreat with our youth group. The big, old farmhouse and surrounding property are owned by a local church and rented out for retreats of all kinds. There is no actual "farm" per se, meaning the house isn't surrounded by fields, but it is very secluded and surrounded mostly by forest. After that...
Megan sat on the deck of her beach house watching the people run on the beach. She had a late call time for her newest movie and planned to spend the early morning in the sun. Since she lived only five minutes from the studio she had plenty of time to relax on that sunny day. She smiled as she saw the Paps walking along the beach trying to get a shot of he...
The mid-summer sun was cascading through the trees behind her as she rounded into the open portion of the plaza. Blonde hair fell in waves to her shoulders, and her lithe frame moved with a sense of determination. She retained a sense of feminine softness despite the clear athleticism; she wore a thin summer dress and a flimsier bra than many more convention...
Lydia Johnson was on the road since midday. It was past midnight and she was far from home. The thunderstorm was the only thing she saw for the last hour. The headlights barely cut through the rain. Lydia could see only one car length ahead. She was doing thirty miles per hour due to the weather and fatigue. She slowed as she saw a sign for an all-night din...
"I'm not going to lie, Clarissa. That whole debacle, teasing that guy right in front of her girlfriend, her not being to take it much more and snapping" Catherine said as she dabbed a rolled up paper towel ball under the running faucet stream. She went back to her doll. "It was hot." "Yeah, says the girl whose chest isn't dripping with dessert!" Clarissa la...
Later that night, my phone rang. When I saw the number, my cock began to grow. After answering she cut off my hello with a breathless, "Oh god, you're so bad." She dragged that last syllable out into a whimper of a sound. "Am I?" I asked instantly both bemused and aroused. "How's so?" "Well," she let out a small giggle, "I came to your office to see you t...