“Come closer.” She stood by the doorway, teetering slightly on the outsoles of her heels. Peering towards the corner, she made out the silhouette sitting casually in the leather sofa in the corner. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, but the shaggy mane and the scent of clean musk were enough to tell her he had managed, yet again, to enter her home....
He needed his fix. Her skin was like silk spun from the moon itself. Her smell had gotten into his bones and he ached at seeing her in the coffee house. So close and unable to touch her. It was torture. He knew every time he went to her, he was taking a risk. He still had plenty of vials, even if she did wake, he counted on the amnesia that came with the dea...
Without taking time to rest or eat and drink something, they set to work. Adison starts on Vincent, cleaning the wounds carefully and suturing where needed. They are nasty gashes, but the biggest danger lies in infection, poisoning fortunately seems no longer likely since Vincent is not doing worse than before. In half an hour, she is done and with the wou...
I can't really remember exactly where my fascination with female things began. My first memory of it is from when I was about six years old, wearing one of my sister's dresses. My parents-who were both very old-school Conservatives and Christians-caught me, and needless to say, they were horrified. It's not something I care to revisit in any detail, not only...
The blood dripped from my dagger, turning the waxed linoleum floor crimson. The smell of copper and metal made my nose wrinkle, and I desperately wished for a pair of nose plugs. Maybe I would start carrying those around with me. I stepped over the twitching body that took up most of the kitchen floor and went to the sink, washing off the dagger and my hand...
When we moved into the condo complex, we had no idea what to expect. Our old house had been sold, but the new one wouldn't finish being built for about six months, and we had to live somewhere. So, in we moved. Each night when I returned from work, I parked my locksmith's van in our numbered space and retired to our unit. When my wife arrived home from her j...
11. Sharing Mary wasn't going to leave until after Aiden woke and could leave as well. She came downstairs a little after eleven in the morning, expecting that the rest of the gathered company would be gone, except for Caroline. She was a bit surprised to hear voices coming from the drawing room. "Honestly, I think I'm hopeless." Mary recognized Veronica a...
Kimberly stood peeking through the curtains into her back yard, feeling deliciously naughty. Her children were away with her ex-husband for the summer, so there was really nothing standing in the way of a little fun. Outside, Chase pulled off his shirt, and she got chills from the sight of his muscular torso. Her eyes dropped to his waist, and she let out a...
Before I even post this, so readers will be gentle and not jump on what I get wrong, I have never been to BDSM club/bar, or even to a munch. This is the first chapter to a story I have ideas to write a fair amount about. Any feedback about what it might really be like, very much appreciated. It's something I would love to explore. My character in this story...
Not a lot of action today (hey, the guy has to get rest sometime!), but more character development. ***** About 11:30 Octavia carefully got up, took a quick shower, and headed to Anchovie's. About 5:00, Mary woke up and kissed Asch awake, making sure he was aware of her bare breasts, and getting him hard with her hand. Then she led him to the shower. "Tel...