Minding his own business he was engrossed in his laptop with no idea of how this otherwise fairly ordinary day would unfold. "Those passengers currently seated in gate 8 awaiting the outbound flight to Edinburgh would you please proceed to gate 2 where your flight will now board from". No apology or explanation, he packed up the laptop and started making his...
Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up librarian, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian - at least not in private. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina navigates the Dewey Decimal System as deftly as she negotiates about her lo...
ilu The word -- the message -- lit up Sanneke's phone screen as she lay on the sofa in her bright red night robe, a matching brassiere underneath. The hue matched her ts-hirt from earlier that night in the Avalache, long since discarded, along with the designer-destressed rocker jeans. It matched her lipstick, still painted across her lips and paired with s...
If only people would stop judging others before getting to know them, the world would be a better place. Who am I kidding? That's never going to happen. Just got to keep on trucking, I guess. Those were the words running through my head as I ripped the throat off a trucker whose only mistake was seeing me in my true form. The poor shmuck died within moments....
He lit another cigarette and returned his stare to the door. He hadn't smoked for years but it felt right to do so now, as if the sheer act to which he had committed himself removed the need to deny him any of his lesser pleasures. He sipped at the glass of wine that sat next to his chair. It was an expensive bottle, the most expensive one in the off licence...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?). In recent times, there seems to have been a h...
"I lied," she said. George stared at her. Nicole smiled. She traced a circle around his nipple with a coquettish nail. "I'm a demon, what did you expect?" George deflated inside. She was never going to let him go. "Aww, such a hurt look," Nicole teased. "It's not fair," he said. Nicole laughed. "Oh come on. You're thirty-four. You must know by now the...
“Admit it. You want me.” I’d been using that line on her for over a year and, frankly, had no idea of her age, her marital status, her appearance nor anything else remotely connected with her personal life. It truly boiled down to harmless fun between two people who do long-distance business but have never met and who lighten things up with telephonic flir...
I stepped out of the office and tightened my jacket collar around my neck, trying to keep the rain out. My commute home most days isn't that bad, but the rain always makes it slow and miserable. I pull out of the parking lot, and begin crawling my way back home. I'm pretty much miserable as I flip back and forth between stations trying to keep up on traffic...