Author's Note: This is not an erotic story, but there is some sex here. Again, this was built around the germ of an idea that took on a life of its own. In that regard, it's not a stroke story. It's an homage to music and the connection with the spirit world. Long before Robert Johnson, many artists were rumored to have sold their souls for the chance to per...
It was the first time the four of us had gone away together. No one knew what to expect, but we all knew that no matter what we did it was going to be fun, fun, fun! And how true that turned out to be. Right from the start, I couldn't keep my eyes off my friend's wife Judy. She was a dead ringer for Liv Tyler, only better since she was right in front of me!...
Note- This is a fictitious erotic story and is not intended to be taken as a factual depiction of those persons mentioned. xxx October 12, 2018 x I suppose it was just after the royal wedding of Princess Eugenie, coupled with my acquiring my new Apple iPad Pro that I decided to keep a personal journal of my most intimate adventures. Liv Tyler is the one...
"I thought this was supposed to be girls' night out," Mia Tyler said. "It is," Liv said. "Why?" "What's he doing here?" She pointed out Elijah Woods standing at the bar. "He's not the one we need a break from. Besides, they're leaving day after tomorrow." Christine Astin nudged Amy. "What's wrong with Nicki?" "She's mad. She hasn't gotten laid in de pas...
Amy leaned against Beth, trying to get her stomach to quit rolling. She was white as a sheet. "He's not picking us up himself, is he?" Alyssa asked for the third time. "Surely he's gonna send a car." "I think that answers your question," Thi said, pointing. Dom stood on the curb next to a limo. Alyssa squealed and ran to him. He met her half way. "Ew. Get...
Please note, the gig I'm going to describe is real, but all the erotic stuff is fiction. My band was going to play our biggest performance. Ever. It was at a bar with several hundred people. To a professional band, that's nothing, but to an amateur garage band, that's huge. I played in a rock band with some kids I knew from school and around town. There...
"What do you think?" I looked up. As my eyes rose, I immediately noticed her bare thighs; so, before I even got to her upper body I relaxed slightly. She was wearing a white, almost Oxford-style shirt, somewhat tight across her large tits, and she had my monochromatic gray late-'90s Who-Wants-To-Be-A-Millionaire tie on. The tip ended in the delightful...
He knows the flirty waitress is watching him. She is tall and lithe with small breasts and russet hair heaped into a high pile of coils. Her perfect pout is stained a deep, sensual red; she’s jerked her uniform shirt into a knot at the hem and left it open to expose a white, ribbed tank underneath it. What does the nametag say? Gee Gee. It’s short for some...
The alarm clock rang, and Jenny rolled over with a groan to press snooze. Her wife of ten years, Vanessa, groaned back, moving to Jenny to nuzzle against her. They laid there for a few more minutes, the cobwebs of sleep clearing slowly from Jenny's brain. "Morning," Vanessa murmured. Jenny murmured back, turning over again, face to face with Vanessa. She...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story takes place after Season 1. ***** Liv Moore went rigid, her pupils dilated and her vision was suddenly taken over. It was never pleasant receiving one of her 'visions'. Well, there were one or two which had ended pleasantly, especially on her latest brain,...