this is a work of pure fiction... and the outcome of an obsession for Michael Biehn for more than 12 years. I had taken it in a romantic angle, because that's how I have imagined Biehn and sorry, if this is not the nitty-grritty, hardcore piece you would expect. yes, it is my own fantasy, and let me know whether you all like it. ... Michael Biehn looked...
Magdalena sat staring at her fingernails, which seemed to hold a breadth of amusement for her tonight. They were painted a cotton candy pink for once, instead of her usual hooker red. She had aimed for a softer, lighter approach. Being different. Hopefully, luring the interest of anyone she might have previously forced to back off by her obviously affront ma...
It was amazing that by now, Peter hadn't developed more of a way with women. He remembered the Playboys and Penthouses of his youth, getting passed around the class, sometimes making their way to him out of a sort of pity. By now, surely he had slept with as many women as had been in any one of those issues, and his partners were no doubt better-looking than...
The characters in this story are consenting adults. St. Ann's School exists in the imagination of two creative lovers. If you enjoyed reading these characters as much as I enjoyed writing them, please leave suggestions for what you'd like to see them up to next! ***** -The Headmaster- "WHAT am I going to do with you, Miss Connolly?" I sighed heavily as I...
Author's note: this is the first of two parts of a long story. As with my previous long story, I suggested you read through the entire thing to enjoy a rich narrative and character building, and skip right to certain specific chapters if you're trying to get off in a hurry. On this particular story, only chapter 1 has the titillating parts, so if you wanna t...
(...a follow up to Wolverine Confidential,12/05) **** It was warm in the cemetery, the sun glancing off the headstones and beaming down on him, heating his skin. It painted a halo around the woman as she walked toward him. He squinted his eyes and leaned forward, thinking he must know her. But he couldn't see her, couldn't remember her. A small child trail...
It had been a good party. In the company of friends and family, she could always forget for a moment what she was. And tonight she had done just that. When in large groups of people, she could steal away from him and be with her girlfriends or her cousins or with people she didn't know, and could carry on an intelligent conversation. She could discuss reli...
After spending the afternoon with her good friend Anjali, Anita couldn't help envying her. The recent sexual encounter that Anjali had had with a friend of her husband's while she was under the impression that it was her husband was very erotic. Somehow this had a beneficial spin off for Anita as well and she became even more uninhibited. Their relationshi...
Sunday mornings in the apartment I share with Ebony are always lazy and relaxed. I was up and around first making some coffee when Ebony's bedroom door opened and she emerged, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Hi Candy, what time is it?" she asked. "Almost eleven fifteen," I replied. "Jesus," "how did I manage to sleep so long?" The sight of Ebony's silk...
After dropping Yolanda off at work, I decided to drop in on Jane. As I neared their house, I remembered that Jane was probably at work. I drove on anyway and, when I arrived, stopped. Renee' answered the door dressed in a negligee. She invited me in for a cup of coffee. As we were drinking our coffee, her gaze kept lingering on my crotch. So much so, that...