Under the veil of gray, cloudy skies, rain-soaked images of Eros reside... Each finger lightly touches down, as if landing on water, just a delicate hint, a murmur of tactility crawling across skin. Exploration of sensation with the sweetness of promise reciprocated. This comforting pas de deux, a form of non-verbal communication evokes the tease of anticip...
When you think no one is looking as you pause, surreptitiously look over your shoulder and adjust your underwear, you're wrong. Have to flatulate and hope nobody detects the foul result? Guess again. All the secret exchanges, all those covert gestures, that happen everyday in the public domain, are open to inspection. There's a superhero capturing it for pos...
It had been a frustrating day at work. I trudged onto the metro and plonked on to a seat. As the carriage trundled past each station, its characteristic stodgy atmosphere intensified as more commuters piled on. Please move right down inside the carts, sounded over the speaker for the umpteenth time. For fuck's sake... A few stops later things took a turn fo...
Bonjour, et si on jouait à un jeu ? Un jeu de rôle où vous seriez le scénariste et le réalisateur d’un film de série B. Votre producteur ne vous a donné qu’une seule obligation : il faut que ce soit un film d’horreur comme ils plaisent tant à la jeunesse décérébrée de notre époque. Et il a également précisé qu’il comptait sur « l’érotisme » de votre scénario...
(This is my first story on this website, so I'd love to hear what everyone thinks! I'm also a newbie here, so if I'm committing a faux-pas or whatever, let me know :) ) The world this story is set in is not unlike our own, except for one big difference. About 10% of the population are Alphas or Omegas. Alphas are naturally more dominant and muscular and make...
Hand in hand they stroll along the corniche towards their usual place. He is tall, muscular, dark with a hint of five o'clock shadow. She is slender and small, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. He is early thirties, she perhaps five or ten years younger. They find their secluded spot towards the end of the beach and spread a blanket on the sand. He shed...
I walk into the library wearing a long winter jacket, brown wool with faux fur cuffs and neck line. Auburn curls tossed and wild from the cold winter wind that blows viciously through the narrow city streets. Shaking with gratitude to be lost amongst the steamy warmth of house of fantasies, fact and myth, I walk to the fourth floor slowly opening my jacket...
Pierre arrived at Amber's front door, his nose buried in the soft cotton handkerchief she had given him -- a handkerchief that she had perfumed with the musky odor of her armpit. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the doorbell. Amber answered, dressed in a lavender cashmeer sweater with a deep V-cut which suggested that perhaps she was wearing only a...
One: The Next Day Therese du Maurier, the beautiful young Duchess de Montfort, awoke with a start. In the unfamiliar surroundings it took her a while to realize where she was and how she had gotten there. She was lying on a bed, covered with a sheet. Sunlight streamed into the room through a space in the heavy curtains that covered the window. Under the she...
The vast, dark room housed two men. It was an old fashioned library, with an old fashioned fireplace, in an old-fashioned house. Everything in the room, from the leather-bound first editions, to the thick velvet draperies, to the huge cherry-wood desk, spoke of old money, tradition, and rules that should never be broken. The elder of the men, broad and impos...