Illustrations by Ivy. * * * 1. Brother and Sister "You sure you want to do this?" Jaclyn Becket looked at the folder on the kitchen table in front of her, then at the .38 Special revolver resting in her brother's belt holster. "Of course I'm sure," Dylan said. Noticing his sister's fearful stare, he closed his jacket to conceal his newly purchased we...
Sex has never this big, life-changing thing for me. I've had a couple long-ish relationship, drunken one night stands I don't care to remember, and the occasional hook up that should've never happened in the first place. With the exception of a few close relationships, sex has always been a means to an end. Whether I was horny or in need of some companionshi...
Claire and I showered together afterwards. We spent probably ten minutes just laying on the bed together, my cock still buried inside her, our cum slowly trickling out around us, just enjoying the sensation of being locked together like that. We were silent for a while, just looking at each other, our breath going from quick, sharp gasps to more controlled i...
This is the first erotic story I've ever written, so comments and constructive criticisms are warmly welcomed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! * The humidity in the air clung to Reagan O'Neal's legs as she walked down the street. It was the first week of summer vacation, and, in true Georgia form, it w...
Authors note: This is my first attempt at erotica so any feedback would be appreciated. I'd also like to thank Seth for his input. Now, I know how they say men and women can't be friends without sex getting in the way, but John was the exception. He was the best friend any girl could want and I always knew that he would make the best boyfriend. Nothing ever...
I had gotten caught. Even though I was just ‘kitchen help,' certain things were to be kept private, even in this troubled time where we constantly heard tales of clan wars just over the border, and all trembled at the thought of what may come. And although I had believed my grassy, green glen to be both safe and private enough, I had been found out. As I had...
This is a continuation of the story from "Hot Japanese Summer Ch. 2". If you haven't read it, Sara and her student Tomo are heading towards a special kind of hotel after a summer festival. * The train sped out of the small town and towards Kobe, the nearest city to where Tomo and I live. Our train car was nearly-empty car as it was late at night – about 11...
I am sitting in my office looking out of the plate glass window and watching the men at work in their hard hats and tight jeans. Outside the sun is shining brightly, it is late summer and still warm. My mind is wandering back to the episode on the beach a week ago. I was on holiday in the Azores, the sun had been boiling hot and I had been laying on the roc...
Jagi(ya): "Babe/Honey/Darling" in Korean ──────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────── I lied down onto my bed, a creak crying out as I got onto it. I had drunk a whole can of a cocktail that had four different kinds of liquor in it and I was definitely already feeling the effects of it. My face was hot, my cheeks burning red against the rest of my pale porcelain skin. I tied my long...
At seven o’clock on a Saturday morning the autoroute was virtually empty. I’d left the convoy of trucks rolling off the ferry far behind me and the few dozen cars that had been on that first boat of the day had soon dissipated leaving nothing but kilometre after kilometre of open road. My trusty Transit van and I were on our way to the alps where a friend ha...