"Why do I always get the worst assignments?" Icy Butt grumbled to himself as he waited to board the plane from Austin to New York. He had been a foot soldier in Don Armani's Mafia family for over 20 years, despite living in Austin and far away from his family. The nickname "Icy Butt" was a joke about the way he hated the heat and always used the air conditio...
Half an hour later, Marinah cruised back to her penthouse. She had told the pig driver to drop her at the gate and walked the short length of the covered path, past the security to the elevator. The guard looked up at her and then at the wall clock. "Miss Marinah, there are five calls for you. Would you like to receive them or .........." "Thank you, Hash...
Twenty-First Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Hi, loyal Latina readers. It's me again, Frank. It has been a long time since you have heard from me directly, but you know about me from my wife's erotic stories of our truly hot love life. You might even remember that I wrote two of the early stories in the Latina series, "Latina's Husband" a...
Siren felt the surge of alarm from the occupants of the burned out warehouse about as soon as they hopped the fence. Well... As soon as they did a combination of 'hopping' and Icy just lifting them over it with a manifestation. He knew this was them, he recognized some of the people inside from the emotional patterns they were giving off. Plus, this was tota...
"That's the spot, right there. Don't you fucking stop!" Penny growled over her shoulder at Mike. The alarm clock on the night stand had been knocked over during the initial clash of bodies and neither Penny nor Mike gave a shit that it was six fifteen There was no way Mike would have stopped then even if she'd started begging him. He was just too close and...
David kissed and licked his way down her body, making love to the special places and then finding new pleasure spots. Lybee was writhing on the bed, her hips undulating as she strained toward him, wanting more. Her wrists were tied to the headboard, but she didn't seem to notice. She moved her hips, twisted, trying to get more of her body in contact with Dav...
We watch you enter the room. You cannot see us, you don't even have an idea that we exist, but we have been watching you for days. Idle thoughts and strange sensations of passing hands or the feel of a breath you barely register have been about you, yet you ignore the warnings. But for us, for us this is our calling and you, young man, will be our sacrifice...
The warm days of summer gone. The sweaty, humid afternoons gone. The cool air of autumn coming back. Nice comfortable afternoons, cool afternoons. You feel so much more comfortable, cuddled up to me evenings in our Cottage in Newmarket, New Hampshire, all natural wood and lavender potpourris, pine and the noise of owls in the night and the occasional rattata...
...There I lay, lounging on the divan, while sculpted young Mediterranean boys fed me grapes and perky young girls ran around dusting everything with little black feather dusters. Everyone was wearing togas and... Cold Hands! He must have watched me sleeping peacefully for a little bit before he first touched me. I had been sleeping quite soundly and wasn...
Dominic was a prosperous merchant widower with three daughters. Farrah, the oldest, was as fair as her name in appearance. She resembled her mother with raven dark hair and porcelain skin. Grace, the middle daughter, was graceful as well as lovely taking after her father in coloring. Her golden complexion and auburn hair were the envy of many young women in...