She laid there pretending to be asleep. She could smell him on the sheets and his pillow. She knew he wasn't there though. She could hear him talking on the phone just outside the door of the cottage. She laid there so very still, not wanting the dream to end but knowing it would, one way or another. Thinking of the note she tucked way down in his bag, she w...
The sudden loss of blood and the pain should have killed Crown Prince Emil. According to what little information Muriel heard from the loyal, always willing to keep a secret, doctors that tended to the prince, he honestly should have died. The fact that he lived mystified them. Muriel eventually decided that Prince Emil had been fueled by his own pure evil....
Inspired by this prompt: She's on a road trip with a friend, or a group of friends, and agrees to a bet. She wears a remote control vibrator for the trip. Every orgasm, she loses a piece of clothing. If she's wearing anything besides the vibrator when they get to their destination, she wins. The excitement any new homeowner feels when they buy their first r...
They had spent the day together. It was good again to have a companion, even if Justin J. Jeffreystone had not been quite her plan. He had taken her to see ruins and sights she and Sasha had not known existed, had taken her for lunch at a lovely little place up in the hills which she would never have found, and she had had a really super time. Frederika had...
The bedroom of his woman, his love, was where it would happen. It was the place where he would mate with Elise and she would be his forever. He looked around once more, needing to brand the setting in his mind. Her cream-colored walls were covered in photos of her family and friends, those who were closest to her. Her bed sat under the window, with its sky b...
It all started when I read her stories. She wrote almost exclusively of cuckolding, and every word stirred my sexuality. I had discovered through a Penthouse letter years ago that I was turned on by the thought of being cuckolded. So perhaps it was a natural thing that I would eventually find her works. I read her stories for some time before I got up the n...
"No," she moaned, her head twisting against the satin covered pillow. "Please, let me go. I don't want this," she keened, her voice rising as panic and fear twisted inside of her. "I don't want you." "Hush, my darling," he breathed, coming to sit down next to her on the soft pallet, his fingers tickling across the white silk that covered her sumptuous figur...
Emily here. I'm "No-boobs," remember? (From "Summertime Sex Ed.") They aren't any bigger now, even though I'm a year and a half older than I was then. I'm a sophomore at a big Midwestern state college now, with a tennis scholarship (thank you, Title 9!) I had a boyfriend in my freshman year, but it wasn't much of a relationship. For now, let's just call him...
Practice was something like organized chaos. Whistles screeching ... sneakers squeaking ... basketballs bouncing ... coaches screaming. It made a hell racket, but to Conner it was home. Conner Lang had just come back from playing basketball in Europe for a couple of years. He hoped for the NBA but had to settle for Europe when that dream didn't materializ...
Betty Boots had just finishing re-applying her lipstick after Mr. Largeski's training session when she heard a crash from the back of the Fantasy Factory warehouse. "Golly!" Betty leapt to her feet, spilling her fashion magazines over the floor. There was another thunk and then Betty was sure she heard voices. She gulped and tugged her little white t-shirt...