Or, "what would Annie Sprinkle do?" *** Everybody here is a grown up; meaning an adult at least eighteen years of age or older. That includes the reader, the author and the fictional characters depicted in the story. Even if some of us don't act as if we are. *** What would Annie Sprinkle do? I thought I knew the answer to that question. I just needed t...
Beepbeepbeep...beepbeepbeep. Hunter opened his eyes from his doze and carefully reached up to retrieve his watch from his forehead. His heart started accelerating in anticipation. Pressing the light button on the watch, he checked the time; he had 4 minutes, forty seconds to go. The altimeter gave the altitude at 34,000 feet. Putting on the watch and slippi...
The thin natural silk bra and undies have a subtle shimmer on my bed. They will cover concisely, providing a soft inner layer. The natural silk color is almost virginal, yet not. The panties are going on first over some newly shaven skin, more virgin like. The material made a nice dancing shape in the mirror. Then I pulled on short black leather hot pants...
Loud banshee shriek, steel frame buckling, then tearing like the sound of aluminum foil, (whip, whip, whip), oxygen rushing, a hurricane, escape pods bleeding out, cabin ripped apart and blown out into vacuum, a torrent of debris, then the abrasive heat when the hull hits the atmosphere. Lieutenant major Danica Miles managed to get her suit on and sealed bef...
(based on the Gor fiction of John Norman) * First-Captain Black Ox, the most wanted man on Gor, moved unconcerned through a Lydius slave-market. As both a member of the Slaver-caste and a pirate, he held a professional's natural interest in the inventory of slave pens. In addition to making his living at plundering and enslaving, Black Ox had also been b...
This is the moment many dreaded. If any of you are homophobic then this is not a story or chapter for you. From the beginning, I always said Lucien and his Raynes were going to form a triad, and there can be no going around it. I also knew from the get go that this story might not be particularly popular, but that's okay. I still have a few diehard fans that...
Sleep was a long way off. I wasn't even remotely tired, and my mind was moving at breakneck speed, digesting the events of the evening. For me, every moment had been erotically charged, and as I played back the conversation in my mind I tried desperately to talk myself down from my absurdly hopeless fantasies. They weren't that easily dismissed. If I'd been...
Rima Makhlouf is not your average university lecturer. Standing at 5"9' with fair white skin, dark eyes and light brown hair, the 28-year old looks like a typical Mediterranean beauty. When abroad, she can easily pass for Italian, Spanish, Greek, Turkish and other Arab nationalities. Her stylish dress senses, which include all the major designer labels, make...
(Jen) It was the first day of my annual summer two-week vacation. I woke up with that delicious feeling of knowing that I could either get up and make coffee, or just lay in bed and soak up the feeling of having absolutely nothing to do all day long for fourteen days straight. I opted for coffee. I wanted to get a nice spot on the beach by midmorning. I l...
This is a true story as related to me by a teacher of mine during my fourth year in secondary school. It was told to us as a means of motivation, as well as to reflect meaning in our respective lives. Donald was in secondary four, an Asian student without any hope of passing his Cambridge exams. In fact, most of the teachers who had taught him were even sur...