Dear Reader, hopefully, you will enjoy my second chapter of this story. By all means read the first to ease you into this one, as Bob isn't so coy in this one. I am happy to receive comments and PMs. I welcome constructive criticism. --------------------------- In the morning Bob convinced his wife he was getting out early to meet up with the, "lads," f...
This is my first step into erotica. Years after having wanted to, I made it. This is a short story and perhaps a beginning to a chain but not quite sure. Enjoy, comment and engage but if you wish to use this story in anyway, on your blog or website or otherwise- contact me and give me due acknowledgement- 'Kylie Kooks' All Rights Reserved- 2018. _______...
The battle ended. Both sides lost. Our three part hero was scraped up with a lot of other body parts. Both his legs had been beamed off. It was a high cut for the legs but a low cut for the torso. They never found his male genitialia. The SBS (Space Body Salvage) personnel gathered what they could. Vacuum bagged and deep space froze recoverable parts. They w...
War Ch. 1: Opening Shots Heather Saffron had a firm rack, legs that could do no wrong (or perhaps all wrongs), and an ass that any man would kill to touch, grab, or smack. She had golden blonde hair tinged with black, giving her a look truly deserving of the description ‘dirty blonde’. She had blue eyes, cherry red lips, and a skin tone that wasn’t too dark...
"We can meet at the White Horse Inn, about 9 o'clock?" it said in your text. "It will be busy there tonight because there's a really good band performing. I'll wait for you at the bar. I'll have a red flower in my hair." As I leave my car in a crowded car park and walk to the entrance to the Inn. I am worried. Although we have been talking online, texting,...
Oct. 29, Mon Belle Fleur: Act III, Scene I Gwen: Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Zat ez one of my 'avorite 'ibrators! I zust adores zee 'ibrating wabbeet! The 'ibrator, I mean "vibrator," is pink with a row of pearl beads near the base. Jutting up like a hook is the so called "rabbit:" a soft piece of rubber split in two that, if nestled in my nether region ju...
Alya was just finishing up her strength training ritual for the day when the alarm went off. All marines to drop shuttles. She ran along the ship's curved hallway to the armory to suit up, and then to her squad's drop hangar. She hoped as she headed in to the launch pod that it would be empty, since the first marine at the ready gets point coming out of the...
He couldn't have been any more perfect if I had picked him out of central casting. He was the punk rock proto-type I had lusted after all my life. That perfectly messy hair, the tight jeans. The oldest Clash t-shirt know to man, threadbare and worn. The horn-rimmed glasses, the tattoos. It was as if my brain had made him, and put him there behind the bar. Al...
Dave, was waiting in the waiting room as he normally did every month, it always seemed that his doctor wanted him to wait forever before commencing with what would be a 10-minute office visit just to say that everything was normal. He really did not like the doctors nurse yes she was reasonably good at her job, but she always seemed cold towards him. Since...
Lily lay quietly under the sheets, her chest rising and falling as she slept. I watched her that way for a time, savoring my memories of last night's passion. It would be so easy to crawl between her legs and taste. But I decided to let her sleep a bit longer, and slipped quietly from the bed. Kitchen tiles felt cool under my toes but warm poured through t...