I do not own the rights to "Smallville" nor any of it's characters. This story is written purely for the entertainment of the reader and is in no way connected to the show, its producers or should in any way reflect on them. * * * * * A lone rider streaks across the open meadow, the powerful movement of the horse carrying the rider effortlessly. The rider...
Seven young friends spend a weekend together in the summer of '92. This is a story of sex-positive, bisexual male and female eighteen year olds set in the early 90's. So if male on male scenes and girls licking hairy pussies aren't your thing, you might want to bow out now. As always, I appreciate and look forward to your comments. Chapter 1 There may be...
Lana is an outstanding singer, but her talents do not end there. She is 5' 6" tall with an hourglass figure. Her cute face attracts men like flies. Her jutting ass globes punctuate her slim, but well proportioned body. Her tits are not gigantic but well formed and firm with nipple that project from the globes when she is excited sexually. She has sung with...
Bobby's summer got more interesting the next Saturday when Lana Michaels arrived for her a visit. Lana was the daughter of Bobby's mother's college roommate. She was a couple years older than Bobby and was spending three weeks with Bobby's family so she could attend a summer computer program being offered at Jamestown High School. Bobby had known Lana most...
Lana was rushing around their home so much; Frank thought she was going to have kittens. They were celebrating their 25th Wedding Anniversary and she had absolutely refused to tell him what his present was. It was special, he knew that, it had to be, because his redheaded bride was dressed to the nine's in a low-cut, burgundy silk dress, patterned stockings...
I knocked on the door for the third time. I'd been there for nearly 10 minutes already. Still no answer. I fumbled with my phone and double checked that I was at the right place. I was. I sent another text. 'Lana it's Damien. Are you home?' I wrote. I looked around to see if any other of the apartment's other tenants had seen me. No one had, but I was stil...
The conversation was still about me as I returned to the living room with a tray full of drinks. My Master and Mistress's guests had never played with a sex slave before. My owners, Gary and Lana, were amused by the questions posed by Tracy, who was genuinely curious about the whole arrangement. Her husband Steve just sat back and listened too turned on from...
Tabby was late for her usual Friday night appointment with her friend Lana. She would be waiting patiently in the Athenian Bar. Tabby was walking along staring at her new purchase, a brand new cell phone. It was the latest in phone technology and had cost her a fortune. It had been two weeks since her old phone had died. She had actually purchased the phone...
Author's Note: Everybody's favorite redhead is back! Due to popular demand, and request, I am returning to my original on-going series. I will also try and continue Diary of a Rockstar, along with other one-shot stories here and there. Though updates may be infrequent, I do make it a point to keep up to date with my erotic writing... Catching Up: Lana, is a...
Author's Note: This story takes place during the episode Splinter, when Clark was infected by the black kryptonite and began to hallucinate and see things that didn't really happened. The story picks up where Lana goes to Lex's mansion to ask him about the spaceship. * Lex was sitting at his desk in his mansion looking at some paperwork when an unexpected...