Katia was sitting on her chair facing Ken. Ken was on his own balcony, facing toward her on his chair. They chatted as the night went on, sipping from a pitcher of sangria that Ken had made earlier. Both of them were wearing bathrobes tied at the waist, though Ken had to admit, she looked much better in her blue linen robe than he did in his light gray cotto...
Chapter 5: Old Friends and Silver Mines On an unusually cool morning in June Arthur stood on the patterned brick walkway that he helped build. It was the 8th, exactly one month since his arrest. In that time the brown and yellow path had advanced a hundred meters closer to the war memorial. Though there was a slight glow in the east all the brighter stars...
II. Spark Note: To make up for last chapter's lack of sex, there's a lot of it this chapter. Enjoy, and I look forward to any feedback! * Rachel quickly made her way across campus, not paying much attention to the world around her. Her lack of awareness, as it would turn out, would cost her. She passed by the large gymnasium building, briefly wondering...
Here's another tale based on Philippine lore (and some werewolf lore, too) for you all while I continue working on How to Tame Your Tikbalang. While there is quite a bit of flirtation and sexual tension in this standalone short, I don't think it really falls into any erotic categories. For those who are curious, caldereta is a very spicy stew of goat meat...
As mentioned by a comment from a reader about my first story that person believed that the story Navy Blues is racist bullshit. Further from the truth could that be. I abhor racism. I was raised in a mixed race family. My stepdad taught me to believe that I should look into a person's eyes and locate that person's heart. If I cannot see the heart, then move...
Our story starts in a classroom much like any other. This classroom is decked in the school colors of blue and white. The walls have many posters with quotes pertaining to science such as "The limits of the possible can only be defined by going beyond them into the impossible," and "The chance of the bread falling with the butter side down is directly propor...
I put the phone back on the receiver, as I thought about what I was about to do. For a moment I actually considered calling back and telling her to find someone else, that I wasn't her little fix-it puppy any more, but I didn't. I knew I wouldn't. It was a game, a game that had started long ago, shortly after I had walked out on her. Actually, it had started...
As an avid reader myself of "first time" experiences and the like, I most often read those types of stories as I find them erotically entertaining. As I travel a bit during the course of my business affairs, I tend to print out a few stories in order to have something to read while I'm on the plane, or just sitting around inside my hotel room. After checking...
The sun was going to rise soon, with a little evidence of that beginning to seep through the slightly off kilter window blinds and onto the foot of the bed, a bed that had two occupants for a change. Only one of the two was sleeping, snoring and snorting occasionally in between wiggling around in the sheets, while the woman beside him - the resident of the d...
I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. Or maybe bats, considering the time of year. It was time for the annual fall festival. Which meant it was time for him to appear. While everyone else was looking for the hayride to pull in, I was looking the opposite direction. The direction he had appeared from every year for the last decade. I glanced down and...