Nadezsha stepped out of the shower, her skin tingling from the hot water, and the body wash she'd luxuriated in. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw Arkady standing there, sans any sort of covering on the upper half of his body. "Were you waiting for the shower?" she asked innocently. She'd left him asleep when she climbed out of his bed to perform her...
He had hips that pounded like the waves, relentless and driving. A slow, rhythmic battering that was trying to knock her over. All she could do was hold on. He stared down at her, his eyes full of concern but his expression a mask of calm. His large hands gripped her hips and pulled her back as he drove forward over and over again. Something inside her spasm...
Vincent watched the unfortunate soul jerking and bulking his body against the post that held him standing as he released a terrible shout of pain in the night. It was such a sinister scream that it made the skin on the back of his neck twitch in reaction to the plaintive sound. The flame at the end of the wood stick was being held in contact against the pri...
Foreword: I discovered Lovecraft as a teenager. I read everything he wrote. Later, August Derleth started Arkham House, publishing to preserve HPL's works and provide a place for the Mythos to continue. Over time, I read all those stories too. Then, I followed the contributing authors as they explored Mythos themes in their later books. Perhaps I got a littl...
"At least you didn't use the F-bomb this time," Niko returned with a scornful sneer. He pulled himself off her, kneeling on the floor until she could sit up before joining her on the seat. "When did you start using that kind of language?" "I learned to use it after you 'died', asshole," she spat, pushing herself as far from him as possible. "I thought may...
*Author's Note* Thank you to everybody who has been so patient with the writing of this story. After many months of travel and some serious writer's block, I finally found the time to finish this chapter. Hope you enjoy. :) **************************************** The smell of food and someone moving around brought Katherine out of her slumber. The cabin w...
Author's Note: "History," Napoleon Bonaparte once said, "is an agreed upon set of lies." I like that quote because it helps me understand some of the prejudices that modern society, in all its wisdom, keeps holding on to, such as the concept that there never were any women warriors, or, at least, if there were then they were isolated instances during extra...
Foreword: This story deals with graphic depictions of non-consent. If that's not your thing, please read no further. This is also intended to be more of a "story" rather than just incidents of hot sex, so if you don't want to read plot and background subtext, and are just looking to get off, maybe try another story, or just bear with it and be patient. Also,...
The ad on the Internet site seemed innocent enough Hi, Are you a cruel, dominant, sadist with a totally perverted mind? If so, I need to serve you. This is simple enough; no bullshit. Use me as an object. For you, sex is just a way for you to blow your wad and I am just the means to that end. Tie me up, beat me, sodomize me, I don't care. Let's face it,...
Part 1: Playing a Role So this is my next project. Hope you guys enjoy it. It takes place in Colombia and my characters are Hispanic and so they switch between English and Spanish every now and then. I tried to make sure I translated they're Spanish statements shortly after they spoke them. But here are Some basic translations of words I used a lot. Hermano...