Susan reveals the friendships and family relationships lost over her need to write erotica. As a seemingly well adjusted, single woman on the surface, just as no one would know that I'm unemployed and still homeless, no one would know that I write erotica of all things to write. Who knew? Go figure. With my four, big, older brothers living in Ohio and Mich...
"Hey sexy mamas!" Justine greeted her girlfriends as they arrived at her condo, margaritas in her hands. "I thought we'd have a few girl moments before we head up north to see the boys. We need to talk." "Mmmm," Delilah uttered as she took the stemmed glass full of margarita. "Ritas on the rocks? Don't mind if I do." "There's something different," Simone c...
Chapter II - Sweet Agony. What is life without honor and values? – Just simply existence in a beast's leather. Values - the only and true difference between humans and other creatures. However, sometimes the meaning of human existence can only be given when the animal wakes up within him, the beast that is fighting for the humanity. While the half of th...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. The characters, alive, dead or undead are NOT REAL. This kind of behavior CANNOT be done in the "real world" without at the very least some serious jail time. The character here is a psychotic monster and morally repugnant to even the most base of creatures. This story is meant to arouse interest and jar the senses, i...
Buffy, Willow and Cordelia were walking toward a beautiful Victorian mansion. "Spike said that all three of us were to meet him here right?" Buffy asked. "Yeah I think this is the right address," Willow confirmed reading the slip of paper that had the directions on it. "Well all I can say is that this better be a good reason to interrupt my weekly manicur...
The first rule about Fuck Club. Don’t talk about Fuck Club. The bar was smoky and redolent with the smell of stale beer and fried onions. The poor lighting competed against the bluish haze of cigarettes and lost. Voices murmured and mixed with outdated tunes from an old Wurlitzer and coalesced into a din that provided a curious anonymity to the speakers....
I awoke early. The coffee cup was steaming on the nightstand. I was alone in the room. I sat up and tried the coffee. Scalding, perfect, Louise is priceless. The shower beating on my body reminded me I was alive and drove the sleep out of my tired brain. I reached for a towel and saw Camille standing by the door, naked. "Good morning, Cool," she greeted. "...
"I am curious, but inexperienced. Could you tell me more?" That's all it said. I get those sorts of replies to my ad on a bdsm personals site all the time. I figure it is some frustrated woman who is too afraid to actually make a move to the dark side of her fantasies. I am convinced all women have them, but for whatever reason they are afraid to act on the...
I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. I felt this strange feeling in my stomach something that only could have happened after such an orgasm: guilt. I looked at the two beautiful women in front of me. Laura's back was to me and Jen leaned against the wall, on the floor smoking a cigarette. I became suddenly aware that I was naked and I knew I needed to...
Author's note: This will be the final chapter of the auditor tales. The story is partly fictional, partly accurate. Francis is real. I have met her in the office and we had a great time whenever we were together. We don't live together after all. I left the company to explore other things. We still have contact. On a regular basis we talk to each other over...