"We're fucked now," Montana threw his car into drive, hit the gas and merged onto the nearest on-ramp. Mira slumped down in her seat, reveled in the sense of calm that enveloped her. "Fucked isn't the word," she said with a smile. The smile was unfounded. She wasn't happy, nothing good had happened for as long as she could remember, so at the least things w...
*********Please note that while this story has erotic elements, sex is not the focus of the story. It is, however, one of the sexiest stories I've ever written and I hope you think the same. Thank you for reading!*************** There is a knock on the door. Isn't that always how it starts? A knock on the door. Or how it ends depending on the state of one...
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Mira struggled to control shivers of revulsion at the feel of the tentacles on her bare skin. They were cold, rubbery and left a trail of purple slime wherever they touched on her body. Her breasts, her neck, her thighs. Those she could handle. It was the one running between the crevice of her thighs that was her near undoing. It moved, excitedly, over lips...
Thanks to Madiha (Sweetdreamssss) for encouraging me to finish it, and to Rustyoznail for being so patient with the editing. I would especially like to thank Rustyoznail for his excellent editing skills to define and enhance the story. He also has added to the dialogues and the sex scenes in this story. Please check out the stories by Rustyoznail & Sweat...
The year is 2015, three years since the world's economy collapsed. Every country experienced a deep depression, technology was at a standstill due to the break down in the world's economy, small business owners went bankrupt, major companies started cutbacks on spending and laying off workers, unemployment sky rocketed. Only the already wealthy and famous th...
Chapter 6: The House of angNaveena Someone was shrieking. Mira heard from it afar, a desperate, muffled sound that penetrated her dreams and pulled her out of a profound sleep. She lay curled in the back of the wagon, jostled and disoriented. Her head rested on a lap, and a hand gently smoothed her hair, over and over. "There's always a disaster when angNav...
Mira Corvino embarked on a physical regimen that would tone her physique and at the same time give her a wonderful time as against the gym workout. She had chosen biking the 19 mile ride along the South Bay Bicycle Trail from Santa Monica Beach to Torrance Beach. By the third week, her biking had become smooth, faster and gone to the distance she aimed for...
"I can't fucking believe it. We just got fire-bombed by Michigan Mike from motherfucking Munich!" are the first words Mira hears when she comes to. She feels wind on her face and the sun is a glaring, cantankerous orb in the flawless blue sky above her. Every piece of her feels burned, sore. She tries to sit up. "Lay down honey, there's nothing to see here!...
Ben, Jerry and I stood out on the balcony watching the young couple make out in the pool. They hadn't noticed us up there, we watched them for a good 10 minutes. I had found out why the resort we were staying at had a quiet reputation of catering to swingers! All one had to do was look around, in short order one would notice that the lady that was sitting...