Jane lost herself in the steam of the hot water. Pete had a couple of private showers at the spa. They were those rainfall 360-degree numbers. With one hand she vigorously rubbed her clitoris; with the other she soaped her glorious pubic hair. Jane reveled in her golden mound. She trimmed it meticulously and lavished it with attention. And the results showed...
Shouting and war cries woke them. "It's them, the hill folk," Caralassa hissed. "They're attacking, Davama's thugs." There was more commotion as Vera emerged from the last layers of sleep. She drew a deep breath as she listened to men fighting and dying. "Auntie, what's going on?" Salema was frightened, drowsy, and confused. "Quiet girl! Those bastards...
Back in the Wyld in the Den Sasha groans to himself as he is awakened by the sounds of yipping and pups barking. He rolls closer to his mate, Sly, trying to ignore the noise. Softly, she nuzzles him in return, giving a lovable wash around his coyote ears, seemingly already awake. "Mmmm...," not wanting to wake up. "Sly.. Why do kids have to be so damned...
My ribs were enclosed in a shell, being squeezed snuggly together by strips of curiously strong whalebone lathered in silk and satin. The smooth black Zeus fabric, made out of the finest silk complemented the crisp white that lay next to it. The black fabric flowed down toward the hand-sewn lace that lightly touched the petticoat underneath. It was surprisin...
Summer's crucible made gravity of the falling day, dragging the heat of the afternoon down upon me like a wool blanket. My hair, perfect when I left the house, had fallen down around my brow in a tangle of curls and waves; roguish but not what I had intended. Sweat streaked my green shirt black and made a shimmering haze of my skin. The wind was utterly abse...
"Oh my God." Here it comes. "It is so hot. It is so goddamn hot." Ro wasn't lying. Even sitting in the shade, on the cool concrete slab that was her boyfriend's front porch, it was midsummer in Memphis and pretty fucking hot. She flopped back in the tattered armchair and continued to rock. A drop of perspiration tickled as it rolled down between my breast...
Breathe. Just breathe, Mr. Hughes thought to himself as he closed his eyes and felt the air burn as it moved in and out of his chest. It had been so many days since his body hadn't been wracked with pain, self inflicted and otherwise, and he wasn't sure just how much more he could take. This woman, this dainty, sweet, enchanting woman loved him, and he was a...
This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
You stand in the darkness, aware of the mass of the wall in front of you, unable to work out whether it is an inch or six from your cute nose. Your senses are heightened with the restriction of sight, feeling the strands of carpet between your toes, the chill of the slightly cold room on your naked body. Your body aches to be touched, you swear you can still...
This is the start of Cami and Zander's story arc that was first hinted in Her Daddy, Dom, and Neighbor in One. A crossover or two from A Dom's Best Friend also appears here. There is no sex in this first part, but I promise that will change in parts two and three. *** I feel as if I've wasted my time here, Cami mused. She sipped with sullen, deep red lips,...