CH 9. As the weekend went by, Caelan and Astrid could not keep their hands off each other. They made love later that Friday night, or morning rather. Saturday was spent trying to have a nice breakfast and later lunch, both times ending in two satiated lovers. By Sunday night, they both were exhausted. So they spent that night just holding each other in bed....
They were sitting at the small table in Oscar's studio apartment. He had invited Emma for spaghetti Bolognese. A humble dish, but hard to mess up. A safe and sensible choice, Oscar thought. Emma, while not exactly thrilled by spaghetti, was happy to have dinner with Oscar. Oscar studied mathematics and Emma did veterinary medicine. Oscar was pretty bright,...
Wearing khaki cargo pants and a light blue t-shirt, his brown hair cut short, he hands his ticket to the security guard and strides through the barrier. Walking outside the concert venue, he scans the crowd, looking for his friend. Wandering the past the concession stands, the t-shirt vendors, and the various teenagers getting stymied by security trying to s...
Chapter 7-Emerald Knight Thelox had to marvel at how easy it was to fuck his way through the Justice League. Sure, it was mostly because he was subtly exerting his godly influence through them during sex and at all times throughout the watchtower, but really the only women he had to be careful about were the magic users, and Zatanna wasn't anywhere near as...
I woke up the next morning with my large throbbing cock still buried inside K's sweet heaven. Tired from their flight both K and P were still sleeping and P was snoring softly from the other bed. I stretched my arm up and flexed my entire body pushing my erection deeper into K's still wet heaven as I yawned. K moaned in response and pushed her bottom back ag...
Los Angeles, California. It's where we used to make movies. Through all the powdered glitz and pretentious glamour lies a smoldering relic of a bygone era. An era of entertainment, sun, palm trees, and success. It now is a shadow of its former self, overrun by high taxes, rampant homelessness, and drug problems from Downtown to Venice Beach. But in this sto...
If you read stories to escape the real world, you best leave now. This one is a bit dark, but not what you'd expect. It's intended to make you think. Hold on, some of the slower anons are googling 'what is think'. In the words of the late Glenn Frey, about supposed experts, "If you're getting bad reviews, you're doing something right." This story depicts s...
This is a work of fiction and all characters were aged at least 18 years at the time when the events described did not happen. * Picture the two of us on cushions on the timber floor of the sports pavilion. Our naked bodies are entwined and our hair in disarray. My lips are at Fran's left breast and my juice slicked hand is caressing her lovebud. Her tongu...
There are certain movies out there that soured me again prequels, I never thought I'd write one. Kallie deserved more story than I gave her. Kallie takes the lead (lead- as in the rope that guides a farm animal.) ************************ I used to be a fairly average woman, well, I liked to think of myself as average. I wasted my days in crappy jobs wit...
"Well, of all the nerve." Sharon banged the telephone down on the cash register counter. "Well, shit!" she added. "What was that all about?" the shop assistant, Maggie, said, looking up from the other end of the counter, where she was polishing glass vases with a tea towel. "That was Roger Bailey." "Why does that ring a bell?" Maggie said. "Oh, isn't that...