Jessica shivers as she walks from the stifling heat of the day into the airport terminal. Beads of perspiration form on her neck, rolling down the middle of her back and over her breasts, causing the thin material of her short summer dress to cling to her lithe body. It's obvious to everybody who watch her walk to the check-in counter that she keeps herself...
Creaking of floors – the deadly fear for all sexually active teens. I was nineteen, and a little inexperienced. I used to think I'd wait until I was married, but as I grew older I became more and more interested in sex. I owned a vibrator, dirty magazines and some lacy underwear, but I was dissatisfied, and wanted something – or someone – more. The small...
As I lay on my back, Joel's manhood down slightly from its full 11" but still impaling my shaved, swollen kitty, as I thought of it, I began to recover to the point where I could speak to Joel in a mostly normal tone of voice, save the occasional shudder. The truth was that while I had been truly pleasured, I still craved more. While Joel was still resting,...
Note from author - I chose voyeur category because its a peek into my life. Feedback appreciated. * As I sat there watching the game next to my exhausted wife, I was proud of her. She had really accomplished some things today. She went for a run first thing this morning. She organized the garage in such a way that I was able to park my car there for the fi...
Writer's note: Sorry, gentle readers, there are no graphic sex scenes in this prequel to MAGE AND SPIRIT. You won't even find a description of a woman's breast since we see things through the innocent eyes of our pubescent heroine, Elizabeth. Besides, everyone knows that male vampires are more interested in blood than in sex. * Lizzy was a happy little gir...
Matt entered the club in search drunken pleasure that night. He had broken up with his girlfriend because she wouldn't give into his carnal desires and now he sought out a woman who would please him and only him for the rest of his life. Fate it seemed was in his favor tonight. For after downing a few drinks a perusing the flesh to be seen a woman approached...
**Author's Note** This is my first attempt at nonerotic writing. In my endeavor to become a better writer, I am expanding my horizons. I welcome any constructive criticism and comments. Please vote and if you are so inclined, leave public comment. Thanks. * * * * * The tears are unstoppable. Only they decide when they will reappear and to what extent. I s...
author's note: This is not meant to antagonize anyone or in offense. This is my memory of where I was, what I was doing, and how it happened for me. It is a re-telling, nothing more and nothing less. I realize that this would perhaps be more appropriate closer to Sept 11, but it's hard to judge exactly when each submission will come out. And so I'm submitt...
Editor's note: contains graphic violence. * Green grass bends to the rhythm of the night. Darkness corrupts the moonlight. A body lies mutilated against the plush grass. Eyes open, the corpse is painted with blood. Barbed wire cuts into the jaw revealing thick pink crevasses, and white teeth. He watches her lying there. Skin is muted pale under a pink dre...
It was my unfortunate fate to meet this individual. If you believed him, he was a retired hit man. Big muscles, bull head, a no neck person, tattoos and impressive to look at. Initially we got on just fine, but there always was a friction between us. It was somehow a competition as to who was more macho. I was the ‘hide my lamp under a bushel type,' he was t...