Authors note: This is my first time at writing erotica, so please bear with me. It was another boring day at school and the monotonous voices of the teachers during the lesson made everything worse. The only thing that filled my mind was the thought of fucking my school's hottest art teacher, Katherine. It was when I was having breakfast with my buddies in...
Willow Creek, Arizona 1800 Rebecca Temple was in the middle of teaching her class when one of her students...a young boy of 13 years..burst through the doors of the modest old church building which housed the school during the week. A 28 year old woman..her blonde hair tied atop her head and dressed in a long sleeved baggy dress which flowed all the way down...
It was 2 A.M., the streets were quiet. Everyone was at home dreaming peacefully, everyone except me. I parked my car a block away and got out and walked the rest. I was wearing tight blue jeans and a faded black t-shirt and tennis shoes. Getting to her house, I saw happily that every light was out; everyone was asleep. I walked around to the back of the hou...
Issue Four – Five Stories of Peril Prelude "Chase what the hell is this?" "It's my new piece," replied the vivacious red head, standing across the desk from her editor. She was tugging nervously on the hem of her denim half jacket, which she wore over a form fitted, black and white stripped dress. "Where's the damned Danvers piece?" he barked, scanning...
A sharp frost was already forming in the sub-zero temperatures of the red-light district. From her position beneath the arches, Raven heard the sound of a police siren approaching. Although just as she was about to leave, the siren disappeared into the distance - it wasn't the patrol car she had requested. After twenty minutes, she took out her police radio,...
This is the third story in the "Digital Dominion" series following 'Special Agent Jessica Rabbit' and 'Mowgli Hunt'. All characters are 18 or older. * Digital Dominion is a world inside the computer where human beings can live out their dream lives. No matter how fantastic they may be. Don't let the world lie to you kids, superhe...
This story was also published elsewhere by me. *** Birmingham, March, 1893. Master Edward Doyle watched the hansom cab horses clip-clop past his house from the upstairs window, in the cobblestoned street below, people walked to and fro this cloudy afternoon. Oblivious to what he had in mind inside of his house! Edward turned away, shoes creaking a littl...
Chapter Two - She Devil Penelope Bishop and Randy Cody had married not long after the shootout at a meth lab where Penelope had shot the Chief of Police and Randy had shot another police officer. The Chief of Police, other senior police officers and several criminals were involved in a conspiracy and had been defrauding the Police Benevolent Fund as had the...
The rain had eased off enough for it not to matter that she had forgotten her umbrella. As usual the path that wound down through the small wood was deserted in the middle of the afternoon as people with proper lives were busy doing whatever it was they did on a weekday. There were a few quiet little things in life that kept Eleanor walking on the right side...
Ruth, My Second Visit by Victor It's over a week since visiting Ruth, but I can't stop thinking about her. Every waking minute, driving to work, in the office, shopping, at night laying in bed, is spent fantasising, trying to replay it in my mind. Seeing Ruth in her nurse's uniform, as she leads me upstairs, laying on her bed as she ties my legs and wris...