Chapter Eight: Entrapment "Here, sit beside me," Erika invited Katie as the dark haired woman and Alistair came down for breakfast. Both looked showered and refreshed, but Erika knew better. When it came to sex, she had a keen eye, and these two had been up most of the night. Inside, she burned. Outwardly, though, she kept her face smooth, offering a pleasa...
Alan stood for a long time trying to think of what he would do with Winifrey. She was unconscious for now, but still alive. When she came to her senses she would be twice as dangerous. He only promised the Master Genie that he would deal with the magi. He had never said that he would kill them. He was morally okay with taking a life to save the life of anoth...
*A secret story I've had for awhile, but was saving for release this Halloween.* * He could still hear her moaning; from just outside the bathroom door, where he had sealed himself, he could hear the gleeful grunts and ribald snarls of his latest conquest. It wasn't supposed to be this way, of course. He had taken precautions; or...thought he did. Clencing...
As she pulled off the highway onto the exit ramp, her bladder shouting displeasure after six hours on the road, Chloe very firmly refused to think about why she was there. She coasted along the ramp, braking sharply as the rest stop came into view through the trees. There was a shaded section of parking not far from the building, obviously intended for thos...
It was a warm Johannesburg afternoon when the Andrews family moved in to the McDonald's old house next door. I was sixteen going on seventeen, enjoying my final few weeks of summer holiday before term started, swimming almost hourly in our backyard pool and then sunning myself dry. I heard voices over our fence, a family discussing where to put the barbecue...
Part 1 -- Roses Are Red *Note -- this is part of a longer erotic series with a slow build. The following two chapters do not contain explicit sex. 10 They say the night before her execution, Catherine Howard stayed up all night in the Tower, rehearsing how to look ladylike when she knelt, and laid her head on the block. Divorced, beheaded, and died. Di...
When Brad and Joanna arrived at his room, Marie Colton's personal slave Lisa, was waiting for them. The dark raven-haired beauty with a tint of red highlighting her hair smiled. "Mistress Colton sent me to look after Brad." It was a simple declaration and Joanna didn't ask why. Taking the leash from Joanna, it was a silent but known fact, she was now in char...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...
Chapter 4 - Celia Part Two ...wherein a tour is held, a bed sees better days, and a return home raises questions. Celia—her entire body still dripping heavy globs of pearly cum on the ground behind her—shakily led Vicki through the door into her home, refusing to let go of the beautiful teenage girl's warm little hand once it had been offered a few minute...
"So this is 'Admiral' Tony MacComhaill's breaking point," a condescending nasal voice commented. Claire couldn't see anything, couldn't move. The not being able to move was why she couldn't see: she couldn't open her eyelids. But she could hear and feel. She heard the nasal voice and another man to whom he was talking. She could feel the hard plastic of the...