Author's Note: This is a novella that will appear in four parts, two chapters each. It's the third in a loose chain that is my ode to 1980's pulp trash novels. You don't need to read the award winning Out Of The Past or Love On The Run (both on this site) to enjoy this story, but if you'd like to that's the order. I hope you enjoy, and comments/ratings are w...
Ever since puberty I have been enamored with beautiful dominant women. Most of the fantasies I have ever had revolved around being at the feet of, and wrapped around the finger of a beautiful femme fatale. Throughout my entire life I have sought these types of women but have never found one that really shared my desires. Sure, I have met my share of demandin...
Most of the gang gathered in the kitchen again, now rather less put together. Save for Felicity Harrow, all were nude and none had showered. The lawyer was also nude in fact, if one ignored the ropes still binding her breasts, the cuffs linking her wrists across her back and the butt plug William had inserted to hold in his load. Quickly, the air grew dense...
Somewhere in the foggy recesses of my mind I heard the knock on the door. I didn’t want to get up, but the pounding wouldn’t stop. I opened one eye and looked at the clock. It was a little before two in the morning. “Who is it?” I yelled, knowing the answer before I heard it. There were only three people in the world that could be knocking on my door at tha...
Thank you all for your patience, I plan to submit more regularly since things in my world have calmed down some, so thank you again and enjoy! ©Chapter 7 Alexa didn't know how long she lay furled in the tight ball or how long she stared into the darkness biting her finger. She could not let thoughts of Conner manipulate her body anymore. She faced the...
~~Jack~~ He would have facepalmed, if he wasn't too busy staring at the catastrophe. If they were Invictus, they'd have been stunned at the sheer audacity of Madam Herrington. To a Carthian, it was an invitation to a fist fight. And Garry looked liked he pissed and shit fist fights. He drew back his fist, and punched his fellow Gangrel in the face. A cour...
The pain in my head was excruciating as I woke to the sound of laughter. The sun streaming through the trees told me I had been unconscious for hours. There were tents—miserable looking things, really, and a cauldron rigged above a dying campfire. I had to be in the bandits' camp. I tried to move, but I had been lashed to a tree. Why I remained breathing wa...
A Week to Remember (Chapter 8) Sunday Sheila moaned gently and pushed her groin up and off the bed hard against my face, my tongue slipping even more deeply between her fleshy lips. I circled it around in her sticky pussy and felt the stubble of her recently-shaved labia gently graze against my upper lip. Lower down, saliva-slick flesh skidded and slid we...
Part 5: Epilogue At least what happened on the bridge made sense. There was the realisation that the hurricane had arrived in full force, and then the feeling of the whole structure bucking and swinging underneath the car, throwing them around, and the moment of anger that the damn thing was even worse maintained than everyone said, and the wrenching momen...
(Please read Chapter 1 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy.) The sweat started as soon as Suzanne left the shower and tried to dry off. By the tim...