Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough. ***** -Morning of Day Nine- I left a note on Hitomi's night stand an...
The great walled port city of Sirtus sat on the edge of the Mycean Sea. A many thousand ships hove into its port each day, and a great deal as many departed in the same. No market square was empty, and few pockets hung limp in the trousers of their owners. Trade boomed, honor ruled, and hearts loved. But Paolo the merchant had, as of late, found himself dis...
The silence of the coliseum was broken by only two things that night. The steady drip of condensation and the sound of human voices lifting in a variety of noises. These voices sighed, moaned and communicated in hushed whispers. In a dark stairwell two shadowy figures came together with the soft sounds of flesh slapping together. The moans slowly increased i...
"Well, I must say, Mike, your entry is going to be a difficult one to beat. Unfortunately, as it states in the PMS official rule book, those who have entered the contest are ineligible to cast their vote for their story or for anyone else's story. Otherwise, I think that I'd be voting for your story rather than my own," said Stan with a chuckle. "Also, as wi...
Cindy and I had developed a routine whereby every Saturday morning we went for a walk in a nearby park just the two of us. Christy usually took this time to go to the gym and usually Vicky would join her. Cindy loved this time she loved picking wild flowers for Christy and chasing butterflies. On Sunday afternoons, we would hang out in the backyard where I h...
Ch. 04 – S&S Barroom Etiquette and Poolside Lessons The Bar: Friday evening at the Bengal Lounge was dark, crowded, and loud. Sullivan waited for Sarah at a small corner table with a beer. He had just arrived, and he already felt intimidated. Sullivan had actually put thought into what turned out to be the wrong clothing. He had chosen his most casual lo...
The lounge was perfect. The bar itself was lit the brightest, and that was very minimal by most standards. Small candles sat in the center of each table, flickering gently in the manmade breezes. Each of these small tables had two chairs, intimately placed next each other. Against the walls were large, overstuffed leather loveseats with slightly larger table...
She had the whitest skin I had ever seen. And the blackest hair. The contrast was startling. And she was young, maybe twenty-five or -six. Too young, anyway, for me, deep in my forty-seventh year, to go legging after her. Besides, she was talking earnestly to Jimmy, the young computer whiz that occupied the desk just outside my office. If she's the girl he t...
\The following is fictional. Names, and locations have been made up and are not meant to depict real people living or deceased. These stories also depict dangerous, unprotected sexual situations. In this day and age of STDs, please be careful and wear protection! This is an adult's only story. If you are underage in the community you live in, please do not...
Sarah stands at the door to his shop watching him. She doesn't want to interrupt and she doesn't want to tell him what's on her mind; but with all her heart she wants his attention and she'd like him to telepathically know what she's feeling. She's so wet, her liquid could possibly seep from her crotch and she feels the familiar ache deep inside her pelvis t...