Cindy tilted her head and pursed her lips when Lynn opened the door wearing an apron. She glanced up and down and saw there were actual stains on the apron too. "Have you been... cooking?" "And they say blondes are dumb." "Hey." "Yeah, I've been cooking. Come in, I'll let you try some." Cindy followed Lynn, and her steps slowed when she saw the battl...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** Being a graduate student, teaching full time...
~*~Author's Note~*~ Any and everything is free to criticize and comment on as all help offered is very much welcomed! This is my first trial at something more substantial in writing as I am a huge fan of the high quality writing and am attempting to put something together like it. Any editors or advise givers please feel free to message me with suggestions!...
Waking up smothered in naked female flesh would have been nice if not for the fact I had several Mai Tai's last night and passed out before hitting the bathroom. I had Felicia on one side, Kiera on the other, with Shelly and Sonia curled up together between my legs. It was every man's fantasy, but having woken up with Felicia, Elizabeth and Amanda in my bed...
Venos reclined in the bath-house of Mask's Bounty, a pleased smile on his lips. Iliara, Cyra, and himself had spent a few days under Myrynda's care, the two ladies not quick to leave the comfortable bedchamber they had been sharing with the drow. Venos, for his part, had been given his private lodging as well as credit to spend however he wished, be it booze...
He had been planning this day for a long time. Finally it was here. Although everything was in place, he had no idea how it would actually go, and his stomach was turning over and over with the anxiety of the situation. It was high risk; it could be high reward. Then again it could turn into a nightmare. Part of him was happy that it would soon be known, one...
The clearing was Flint's favorite spot; it had been since he had found it as a pup. After the pack had discovered his condition, it was his only true refuge outside of the Den, a place he could go that wasn't filled with the distrust, sadness, and disappointment that surrounded him wherever he went. For the longest time, the three of them stayed quietly si...
"Mmm, Bastien..." Sebastien Byrne looked down in dismay, watching as his new bride lovingly faked her way through another orgasm. She was very good at it—soft and sweet, and imminently realistic. No glass-shattering screeches, or siren-like banshee wails. In fact, if he hadn't been inside of her when it happened, he would have sworn that it had been real. H...
This is the third and final story for Ann and Cal, unless my readers think this effort is worthy of continuing. Please enjoy. A special thanks to my editor, lover, Mistress and wife, M. ***** Ann's success entering the disciplinary realm, coupled with Hilary's sincere encouragement, emboldened her to develop a rhythm of discipline for her husband. Cal...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 12 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. SHOWTIME Nine and I walked into the shower area hand-in-hand. E...