Author Note: This is a low-probability happy ending to the twin problems of no-climax and loneliness that comprise the plot, but I don't think that makes it very different from other unrealistic fantasies found on this site. Also, lots of inner turmoil thoughts for the heroine interrupt the more usual fucking parts that are the primary reason for dipping int...
Chapter 5 Monique had no intention of giving Darian the satisfaction of making her cum. "Go to hell," she spit out. The sharp slap to her ass was automatic, as was Darian's response, "Go to hell, Sir." He let the girl's ensuing growl of frustration go uncommented as he scooped her purse from the floor and began going through it. The young woman started t...
It is chapters like this that originally got me into writing in the first place. While this one could be seen as a bit overwhelming, it was actually one of my favorites to go back to. Not much story in this one, but it still delivers. Enjoy! ***** Chapter 12: A Carnival of Lust "Fuck it. My next class isn't worth it." Aiya was tossing away the last of her...
Silke walked down, very very slowly, why am I shivering? I loved playing with Bam. But this is Ville; I can't stand the thought off losing him. Why would I lose him? It's not like he needs this, does he? Off course he doesn't, else he would have brought it up sooner. Ville saw Silke standing on the bottom of the stairs when he went to grab a drink. "What's...
The bunny pinched her nipples, moaned, and gave me a look of unequivocal desire. No one, especially not my wife, had ever given me a look like that in my entire life. The bunny, of course, was not a bunny per se, but Debbie Marks who owned the beauty salon on Main Street, and was a member of the new reformation pagan cult of Oster, one of the fastest growing...
Amy lay in bed thinking about how her day had gone. First noteworthy thing that happened that morning was her roommate Cassie telling her it was time to fulfill her obligation for the lost bet Amy had made over the weekend. Along with her declaration Cassie had handed her a pair of shorts and told Amy that she had to wear them all day. Looking over the ga...
Irena was cold. She was so cold that she felt as if her bones had been glazed in ice. She stumbled and almost fell into a ditch on the side of the road, but managed to steady herself in time. Her jeans were soaking wet to the knees with slush and her shoes squelched with every step she took. She had been so stupid. She could be in the limo with Soto right no...
Unlike the vast majority of recent college graduates, Caitlyn actually had her life together. Despite the fact that she was only a year out of college she was already an associate at a respectable advertising firm and on the fast track for advancement. Luckily for her, the company put a lot more stock in ambition and talent than in how long someone had worke...
Dear Readers, Sorry for the long wait, but you can't really rush these things :) I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I wanted to thank everyone who has voted for this story, because in the month of May, it was voted the highest story on the entire site. And I am super humbled and super excited about that. Thank you all so much for continuous support and al...
Here's the sequel to "The Ice, The Game, The Touch." Again, this is all made up and I have no idea what these players are like in real life. Happy Reading! M. ;) *** "I am not superstitious!" he hollered as he exited the locker room following the game. The door didn't swing shut before he heard the responding hoots of laughter from his teammates. Scowli...