Prologue Anna Plowright trudged grimly along the country lane towards her cottage still two kilometres distant. She was soaked to the skin. The rain bucketed down and reduced her hair to a stringy ruin, and found every available gap in her clothing to trickle down her back and between her breasts. When she had set out that morning for her daily ten-kilomet...
Sweat rolled off of Hank McCoy's brow as he made his way into the locker room area after a particularly difficult training session in the Danger Room. The Professor had pushed the kids hard, harder than he'd ever done before. They were coming into their powers, for sure, but why did he have to make everything so tough? "Hey, Hank," Bobby Drake hailed as he...
Crèvecoeur-en-Auge, France 1380 It had been a hard day of riding, but Jean de Carrouges was still far from his destination. He had hoped to reach his family estate at Campomesnil, but a late start, heavy morning rains and a brief and unexpected encounter with a pair of brigands had delayed the squire, leaving him in a foul mood. The weather this time of ye...
continued from "You're an Animal." Logan stalked toward Jean's bathroom slowly. He smelled the air. Yes, he thought, it was definitely that smell. He reached down and stroked his raging hard-on through his pants. He stopped. What should he do? He can't very well just barge in there and demand that she screw him. He thought for a moment. Walking up to her...
Now the frosty mornings were becoming less frequent, I had no real excuse for not re-starting my morning jogs around the neighbourhood. I'd walked the route last Sunday morning and the frost patches on which he'd slipped so dangerously in early January were now confined to the shaded edges of the path. I got dressed in my old sweats, tightly fastened my new...
This story is an attempt, possibly ill-advised, to mix erotica and mystery. It takes a while to become, hopefully, erotic and is rather long. I hope readers enjoy it. Unless the comments are negative, there will be a subsequent installment to conclude the story. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously...
It had been a week since Rogue and Scott's encounter. All of the students finished their finals and the seniors finally graduated from high school. In honor of the recent events, the headmaster of the School for the Gifted, Professor Charles Xavier, decided to throw a party for the young mutants. And with a pool located behind the mansion what better party,...
She was unable to sleep. She’d gotten her pink silk shortie nightgown on hours ago, had a glass of hot milk, and read a chapter of her new book before turning off the lights, but the cursed warmth between her legs was keeping her awake. She got up, tense with desire, and went into the small TV den for a distraction. The TV was on, playing an old Star Trek e...
Onboard the White Queen's floating ship, Ororo Munroe was trying very hard not to lose her mind. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd been claustrophobic. Sometimes the only way she could stand a narrow hallway or a crowded elevator was to remember her power. She was Storm, mistress of the elements, and with a thought her lightning could break her free o...
Rogue is a senior of Bayville High School. While she attends a normal high school, Rogue lives at another school, a school for the gifted, for mutants. Created by Professor Charles Xavier, this school teaches mutants how to controls their mutant abilities and become productive members of society. The school is located in a Professor Xavier personal mansion,...