Max rode through the crisp night wind. The motorcycle hummed powerfully between her young legs. Dark tresses of raven black hair flew wildly behind the vixen. On either side of her, a forest of dark shadows flew passed in a blur. Max cranked the throttle back fully. The bike shimmed and whined louder. The ride was necessary. She needed to get way from everyo...
Mike invited me to spend a couple of months at his parents place over the Summer Break, far up north in the remote Scottish highlands; I had nowhere to go, and nothing else to do, and I'd never been to Scotland, so I gratefully accepted. We were class mates at Imperial College London, both third year students majoring in mechanical Engineering. Our studies...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Editing by shyqash finally in an official capacity plus many allies* *Victory is neither pointless, fleeting, nor soon forgotten. It is yours.* (Tuesday Morning) Sexual addiction is somewhat like military service. It requires you to be alert to your surroundings, think o...
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(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration f...
Francesca moved to my side while Ryker and Evie saw to the princess. "Fuck, Nate... your ribs are broken," she began, as she peered into my core. "Hard... to breathe," I mumbled, and she cast a panicked look around. Alva moved to join her, and she helped me onto my back. "Help remove the covering," she said, and Francesca nodded, as Jordan and Cameron jo...
"Ngggh," Francesca groaned, as she stretched and let out a tired yawn. I smirked, as it was the second time in the last minute. "Admit it. You're sleepy," I stated flatly, but she shook her head with defiance. "Am not," she shot back, and I regarded her child-like resistance with curiosity. Just a few short hours ago, I was marveling at how quickly s...
The abandoned house was plain creepy. Every time Heather passed it on her way to her dorm room from class it gave her the shivers. She remembered when she was in high school, all the kids would play truth or dare and it seemed that every game the house would be mentioned in a dare; ‘go egg the house,’ ‘go knock on the house door,’ ‘go in the house.’ Of cours...
* COMMERCIAL * Kelli Berglund stood at the foot of a king size bed in a large, lavishly decorated master bedroom. A short black leather skirt hugged her teeny waist, while a loose fitting and distinctly low plunging leopard print blouse adorned her top half, offering a more than generous helping of her perky cleavage. Behind her, a nude, sweat-drenched man...
"Okay, what do you think, sweetheart?" Cameron looked up from where she was studying, sitting on the side of her bed with her foot keeping beat with the rhythm with the soft music in the back ground. Her blue eyes grew wide as she stared at her mother who stood in her doorway. "You can't be thinking of going out like that!" "Honey, it's a nude beach, of c...