This is the second actual installment of the "Case Kentauris" stories, inspired by the work of Spacegirl and Marjorie B. Greene. A while back I promised you sexytime adventures and tentacles, so here you go. Need a mental picture of Tatjana, this episode's starring attraction? Google actress Katheryn Winnick ("Lagertha" of the TV show Vikings)... that's who...
"That was great," Molly said as she and Fran piled into their apartment. "I know," Fran said, half-mumbling. "You saw how Paul was looking at me. Think he'll call? I gave him your number." Molly stopped halfway through unstrapping her boots. "Dammit, Fran! You know I don't need the drama." Fran was already in her room and shutting the door. "Let it go t...
The Beachcomber drifts across the sandy spit. Barefoot prints, plover-like, trace a zigzag path on the sand. She is waif-thin, in a frayed sundress that was once yellow. She does not fill the dress; there is room for the wind to luff and flap within. She steps gingerly over a pile of new-arrived debris. Hidden behind everyday sticks she finds a rounded piec...
With a leisurely deep drag on a 120 cigarette, Julie's opal-shaped blue eyes drifted down to the fashion magazine laying open in her lap. My tongue rapidly flicked in and out of her vagina, while she absentmindedly turned the pages of the magazine, and then exhaled a long tight cone of smoke. Wisps of smoke hung above her, like tiny white clouds. The smell...
There were too many of them, and these were no random tribe pillagers. Unless a miracle occurred -- and by her past track record, that was unlikely- she was in big trouble. Lux flew through the trees, springing over obstacles, barely aware of the burn in her thighs and the pound of her heart -- she was used to this, it was her forte -- speed, stealth, surv...
I am brooding. Well, perhaps. Perhaps this is only one of “those” moments. You know, one of those moments spent lost somewhere beyond the concerns of the day and still not quite fully abandoned in fantasy or forgetfulness. But maybe you know what I mean. For me at least, it seems that there are times that seem detached. When I can sit back and think of the...
She was sitting at the bar, dressed exactly as he had instructed. He stopped at the entrance to admire her long, glamorous limbs and the elegant curve where her neck became her shoulders. Stepping forward, walking to meet her and congratulate her for being early for their meeting, he noticed that the stranger sitting next to her was leaning in to whisper in...
Boredom and curiosity are powerful forces. I'd been wondering what sex with a transgender woman would be like. Not enough to actually try and date one, that would require putting in more effort than I wanted. I had never actually dated a cisgender woman either. Any time I wanted to get my rocks off and didn't feel like jerking it to porn, I would just hire...
The Wife-Slut Course, hereafter referred to as the course or the program, is a well researched and planned training program designed to allow the candidate to discover who she is sexually and what her sexual limits are in the context of a loving and caring marital relationship, and to furthermore allow her the freedom to stretch those limits to whatever exte...
The church was non descript when compared to a great City Cathedral but for the village it was their defining piece of architecture. Perched on a hill flanked by an overgrown apple orchard and the dotted teeth of cemetery stones it was a reminder of the past, a reflection of the present, and subjugation of the future. Tonight however this stage of alters, s...