The car sputtered to a stop and the engine cut off. She tried to start it but the motor cranked over and over. She hit the steering wheel and looked around the street. She picked up her cell and had no service. She tried to start it and kept going till the battery drained and the car slowly die completely. She knew she was lost in the town and had to get hom...
The way my apartment building is set up, my place is the only one that has a balcony at the back, while everyone else’s are on the sides of the building. From my balcony you can see a public beach about 1000 meters away, you get nice breezes coming off the water, or you can look down into a hedged off private parking lot for the building. The parking lot wa...
Mistress Regina Saint-Pierre woke up with a smile on her face. Her father James and her brothers Lucien Saint-Pierre and Eric Saint-Pierre were so proud of her. Yesterday she assisted in the breaking in of the toughest member of the new batch of exotic-looking Black slaves which they purchased for the family's brand new Plantation in the City of New Orleans,...
Jack was at a loss for words, but somehow he regained his composure. "Elizabeth." He nodded at her, but there was a question in his eyes, and an emotion Elizabeth couldn't identify. Ms. Dreyfuss looked at them in confusion. "You two know each other?" "We were married." Jack said softly. Ms. Dreyfuss was startled, but good manners prevented her from pry...
"You've been a bad girl, Jennifer." My heart sank when he shut the bedroom door and locked it behind him. I couldn't remember anything I'd done, but I was wont to run amuck, as he often said, and I did forget. Too spontaneous. Impulsive. That was me, and I couldn't seem to help myself. "I'm sorry," I said immediately, even if I couldn't remember what I'd...
The mist enshrouds my barren body. Left to die in the wild, nothing but a black veil of despair clouding over me. A barren, lifeless valley. "...Heh, my body's never been this cold before. Guess I'm a survivor." They were making more shipments today. The slave trade never falters in these parts. I don't recall ever believing I'd escape that kind of lif...
Gavin stood looking down at Kathleen (his Kate) watching her sleep. She is so lovely with her light red hair messed from sleeping and their love making last night. This last week with her has been the best he has spent in a very long time. And he knows what a long time can be. How he wished he didn't have to let her go back to the city and a life without...
I answered the door, my heart racing a little. No amount of makeup prep or hair-smoothing could prepare me. This was as good as it's gonna get. "Hi" I breathed, trying to fight the blush. Eric stepped past me, into the living room. "Are you alone?" He asked, looking through to the kitchen area. I nodded. He seemed stressed, if not a little cryptic. There...
My girlfriend, Natalie, lets out a sigh. I've heard it countless time before but each new time feels like the first. Her blonde hair looks perfect, each hair in its rightful place. Everything about her looks as if it's in its rightful place. I know better though. I know better because at this very moment, she's fully impaled on her lover's cock. Chad's cock....
This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. I've been inspired to do so by a friend I recently met online and dedicate this to him. Thanks, Gary! * It's late and although it's been a long day, I don't think I can sleep just yet. I need something, but what? A bubblebath would probably be best so I start to gather a few things that will help me to...