Anyone watching Rachelle Bannion push her cart full of groceries across the half-empty parking lot could tell that she was not a happy woman. The stress showed in her face and in the little worry lines in her forehead. Oblivious to her surroundings, she mentally went over the last three nights at home with her husband. She had done all the right things and f...
I first noticed her on a grey November's day at the supermarket. As she loaded shopping into her car a huge bag of green apples fell from one of the carriers, hit the ground, split and fruit rolled everywhere; she must have been very fond of apples. Much of it tumbled, erratically in my direction, I scurried about gathering up the tumbling orbs and restored...
The temple of Rana lay quiet in the dark hours of the early morning. The sun was still hours away, as the moon cast its ghostly light upon the city. Marian moved with practiced grace, darting to and from the patches of shadow that hid from the moon. She had picked early morning as her time to work. The streets were always clear and people were laying in thei...
A dream that became reality for a fine young black man. Corey Blaine was pumping his prick in and out of her a very conservative pace now. He had finally got up the courage to capture her in her home, and fuck her, he had worn a mask to keep his identity a secret, but now he didn't really need it any longer. She had guessed who he was by his voice as he m...
Keila sauntered through the bar with an easy grace, savoring the smell of cheap booze on the air mixed with smoke so thick it actually hung in front of the dim lights in a haze. It was a cheap, tacky dive, just her kind of place--well, it would be, wouldn't it? She wondered how the other patrons saw it. She eyed the men and women sitting at public tables, e...
Chapter Two: Looking Forward She flicked her unashamedly bleached hair out of her face, blinking her lashes at Arial. He simply stood there, dashingly, holding the lighter for her. She leaned in and lit her cigarette without touching it with her hands, and stood straight again. Arial simply chuckled at the sight of her cheeks drawing inward, and flicked the...
I have the picture mounted and framed, and it occupies a prominent place in my little impromptu gallery, the section of one wall in my apartment where I display my best work. It's a bit unusual for me, since I'm really not a glamour photographer. I'm a photojournalist by trade and inclination, good at shooting meat-and-potatoes stuff for the newspaper, much...
For the full story, you may wish to read Part 1... Of course, you may choose not to. Either way, I hope you enjoy the work that follows. In the weeks following Madison's seduction of the girl he slowly and patiently groomed her for the sordid work he had planned. Surprisingly, Selena was proving to be quite amenable to the situation so far. Madison had broa...
It had been a year since Raul had met the fiery goddess Leandra. He never forgot how perfectly he had filled her. He remembered how insatiable she was, her sharp claws scratching down his back and the pointed ears that wiggled when she laughed, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as she screamed out his mortal name. Since that time much had changed in his li...
A straight-arrow business professional steps way outside his comfort zone. Author's Note: There was some debate about which category this story lives in. Some will disagree, but wiser heads than mine advised that it could—but really doesn't—belong in Erotic Encounters, or Group Sex, or even GM. There's a fetish element to this story, and it probably fits t...