The advert kept drawing her eye. 6 words that burned to the centre of her, melting something buried deep. 'Closet exhibitionist required for private project.' Closet exhibitionist described her perfectly. Or at least it described someone she used to be. ---- Kirsty had been something of a late developer, only blossoming into full womanhood during the lat...
The next morning we drove down to New Orleans. We checked into our hotel, a little romantic place just outside of the French Quarter. I thought that since it was our honeymoon, we might do it again right when we got there, but Mark was excited to do some sight seeing, so we went and took a romantic carriage ride and went to a museum and spent the whole day s...
Chapter 2: Kelly Kelly repositioned herself on the couch. She took a deep drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke out above her head. She was still finding it hard to believe how the night was working out for them. She and her boyfriend Mike had decided a few months ago to bring another girl into their sex life. Actually, having always been curious about...
The world was splintered into sects and factions. The Daemon and the Vampires held a steady truce built on necessity, and of admiration. Both species were ruthless killers, powerful and dark . . . most importantly, dangerous. What humans that remained either had one of two lives. Either they served as cattle for the Vampire, or they lived under the watchfu...
I was really having a stressful day. I had ad sales breathing down my neck; we needed to change some things. Local ad insertion wasn't meeting demand, we weren't generating the required funds and our production team seemed to be half stepping through the commercial process. In the meanwhile, my wife announced she wanted a divorce. I think she was seeing a gu...
She opened her eyes to the darkness. She knew that sound. That sound was as familiar to her as her own breath. She looked down at Tulani, peacefully dreaming. She frowned and climbed out of bed. Making her way into the hallway, she frowned down at the living room. Bradly was standing in the center of the room, clutching his blanket, whimpering. She made he...
It only takes a few glances of her stunning body to become a fan of Sylvia Saint. She is a traffic stopper. She is a Czechoslovakian case of C-4 on two shapely legs, and as beautiful as she is to look at, to see her in hardcore action is even more amazing. I must have her. This is no joke. I am thinking of making “Have sex with Sylvia Saint” my number one re...
"Mmm..." My eyes flutter open, the fog of sleep lifting slowly. I can tell from the light streaming in the window that it is morning and I smile, knowing I get to spend another day with you. I turn to roll over, but something stops me from doing so: there are bonds around my wrists and ankles, holding me in a face-up spread eagle position. I pull against th...
Palmer raced down the hall trying to seem somewhat inconspicuous. He had already been caught, he knew that one was for sure. At least Marina didn't see him massaging his shaft while he was watching the girls go at it. He was certain of that. He would have gotten off, too if he would have caught them at the beginning of their love making session. Who WAS this...
Note: This is an edit of one of my older stories. I've placed it in a different category, added more description, and edited it for grammar. * The facility was round. A gigantic, gray half-globe of concrete and stone on the top of the hill, almost looking like a second sunrise. The building was surrounded by grass and, slightly lower, a partially electric...