This is a slow burner that will take its time with worldbuilding and character development to set up all the graphic sex. But I do promise graphic sex, even here in the first part. ***** When night fell all the village was already gathered on the ritual field, among the bonfires and the effigies, and the air was heavy with the smoke from the herbs that the...
Hey guys, long time no see. I'm back. Here's a new Catwoman story that I hope you'll love reading. I loved writing it. ***** Selina Kyle entered her apartment through the window, crawling on the ceiling. Light as a feather, she landed on the ground. She was still fuming with anger and bitterness. Batman's words still echoed through her mind, as she slo...
Saturday, and September's first wild winds had slammed into the coast, bringing with them a washout of a weekend. The couple's outside plans had withered and died as the storm loomed on the weather maps. The crash of waves were swapped for rain hammering against window panes, picnic blankets for fleece ones, cuddles on the beach for snuggles on the sofa. The...
nb: This story was written in collaboration with Gunde. Many thanks to him. XXX 'Anal fucking carnage,' said Laura, pulling her hand away from her pussy and replacing it in front of her on the floor, holding her up, 'just the way I like it.' With the pair of studs' cocks still resting on her ass, Diamond giggled as Laura proceeded to hum a jaunty little...
Rick Sikorski was standing naked in a daze, in a suite at a posh hotel in Niagara Falls, Canada. If a fortune teller had predicated accurately how this day would end for him, he surely would have burst a gut, laughing uproariously at such an outrageous and most improbable prognostication. And yet there he was, naked, in a hotel room with three people he had...
There is nothing more freeing than to run. To repeat that simple cycle of movements as you feel the strength of your own body flourish and waver for as long as need be. All of the worries, memories and pains fall away in the primal effort to keep moving at pace. The breathing space that running offered the now retired Captain Takashi was second only to his d...
Sam's wife Chelsea was complaining that they didn't go out enough, so he agreed to take her to dinner and out to a new bar that just opened up. The couple didn't know anyone there and felt a bit awkward. After a few drinks they decided to try playing pool although neither of them was very good at it. They were missing shots over and over and just laughing ab...
[This is a sequel to Mrs. Sykes's Last Brooklyn Exit.] *** Driving for a car service requires a deft touch for customer service, as I found out when driving part-time for a New York outfit called Lioness Limousine. I had one particular passenger with unusual demands, but I was more than happy to oblige her requests. She was a 38-year-old divorcée named Hol...
The treadmill's hum slowed and stopped. Stan hopped off the device and started to stretch. He'd run five miles like it was a walk to the mailbox. More amazingly, he'd barely noticed. His heart thumped at a mildly elevated rhythm, but otherwise he didn't feel any fatigue or soreness. He could run another five. Hell, he could run a marathon, but he had another...
ACT 5: LET THE GAMES BEGIN The house we ate dinner at was truly that, a few tables set up in a living room. The daughter was the waitress, the mother was the cashier and the father was the cook, although the mother had been in and out of the kitchen the whole time, probably helping to prepare the delicious food. The make-shift restaurant was only a block so...