[I write this in the expectation that the female view will be given in response.] Our senses are sight, sound, smell, feel and taste. It is difficult to arrange those in the order that they appear in sexual arousal to completion. Usually I am attracted to a woman first by the sight of her, perhaps though first by the sound of her voice, smell of her perfume...
Author's Note This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18. Special thanks to XiraeK for help with editing. I'm adding more pages to each published chapter, so more story, less cliffhanger. We start this chapter with Tom in his enclave room waking up to more oddity. We're going to focus on Tom for a few chapters, introduce some new fri...
I collapsed onto the bed, my head falling into the untidy heap of pillows and blankets. Sucking in air as I struggled to get my racing heart under control. Besides me, Cindy was doing the same. Her breaths coming out in hard pants. It made her ample breasts heave up down in the most enticing way. I looked away, trying to get a hold of myself. I shifted my ga...
Chapter 4: The Good Stuff "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yee-ees!" Molly's voice rose to a near hysterical scream. Every syllable and exhalation was pregnant with erotic exultation. "Molly! Molly! Molly! Mol-ly! Aaarggh!" Martin yelled, in the throes of pleasure so great they felt very much like pain. He doubled over, pressing his chest to her back, pulsing and spasming...
There's an old adage; "never say never." I, Jim Sickles, never believed in that. By the time that I was eighteen I had a strong sense of right and wrong. Everything was black and white to me; I didn't see much gray. My parents always preached that "honesty is the best policy." Probably because of their influence, and the punishment I got when I lied, and th...
This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter contains a woman cheating on a long-distance boyfriend, so if that's not your kink, either deal with it or go elsewhere. --- I sighed gently as my anthropology professor finished milking m...
Rose was silent, staring straight ahead, as the sheriff drove them to the house where she hoped, she knew, the first son's nest would be. For the hundredth time, Rose wondered what she was doing here. She wasn't a soldier, she was a pilot. Give her a screen with lines and probabilities and equations, when it was just her mind and her enemy's locked in a duel...
I drove my dad's old car- which sucked because he had cheap taste. It was a dented, light blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera, only about a thousand years old. He said owning an official "Piece of Crap" first car built character, and he often pontificated how high school kids driving brand new sports cars and SUVs could only grow up to be major league assholes. Of...
Comments and feedback are very welcome. I'm considering spinning a couple of these characters off into their own series- we'll see how that goes. Again, I still don't own Star Wars. ***** "Force, Daj, we're in public..." They were, in fact, in public. This was a rather obvious fact, being as they were at a cantina in the Corellian quarter of Nar Shadda...
Lightning flashed repeatedly, illuminating the Mina's silhouette as she journeyed across town from the church bell tower to her apartment. She cursed herself for being short sighted this night with the storm and her feeding. The one soul she was able to feast on full had been a drug addict it wasn't a particularly good one. Humans were like wine, each with a...