The lasso cinched firm around Renée's ankles and instantly yanked her legs out from under her, not so much felling her as flinging her hard to the ground. Her book flew from her hands with a busy rustling of pages. She landed face down, falling so fast she wasn't even able to bring up her arms to catch herself. More slack came out of the rope and she was dra...
(Authors Note: I want to thank AngelLove for superior editing, as usual) The stars glinted and glittered in the midnight blue sky. A crisp, cool zephyr caressed Kabira's cheek. The moonlight lit up the cloudless night sky and softened her rosy tan skin. Her long, straight chocolate locks cascaded like a flowing waterfall over her deep brown eyes, which scan...
Craig had let me slide down so my legs were wrapped around his hips, my arms around his neck and my chest tight to his as he ran through the suburban homes and yards towards his house. "How much farther?" "Another mile." My body was on fire, my nipples were like diamonds scraping across the hard planes of his bare chest, my soaking wet sex bouncing above h...
"Remind me why I brought you along on this trip, Bernadette." I regard the slut seated opposite me. Your immaculate hair and sparkling earrings. The nervous way your fingertip encircles the rim of your champagne flute. The darting way you have been avoiding eye contact all evening. The tension across the table is palpable. You pause, not looking up, and eve...
The following is the second part of a transcript of an interview I conducted with a female who contacted me after reading some of my work on the subject of foot fetishism. She told me she wanted to share her frank and explicit experiences of foot sex and that there would be no question too shocking for her to answer. My subject insisted that her real name...
Dan had a trial in the morning. He had to figure out how to defend some stupid kid who broke into an old woman’s apartment and then got conked over the head with a frying pan. But it might as well have been him on trial, sitting in that chair next to the judge, trying to explain to his wife and three sons how he violated the same rules he had imposed on them...
"This works for me." She forced a smile as she wriggled her hips back into her jeans before leaning down to tug on her boots. "Do you think your friend has anymore of the stuff you slipped in my drink?" she asked pointedly. "I like the way they make me feel." She lied, having another purpose for the pills. "You knew?" he asked with a slight stammer, feeling...
Alice Daniels sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and looking out the window at the back yard swimming pool. What she really needed, she thought, was a good stiff drink, but stiff drinks were the cause of her problems. As she sipped her coffee she asked herself just how in the hell did she allow herself to get in such a predicament. It just was...
F.X. Copeland came to the Deliosse's front door, lugging the massive box, and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Santiva Deliosse answered. "Oh, good, Cope, you're here. That's the Zero-Wave?" Cope nodded. "Yep, Miz Deliosse. Works like a microwave, but in reverse. It's an innerustin' invention of mine." Cope lugged the box into the house. It was a big b...
Thomas was furious as he slammed the door of the control room shut. Furious, sad, and very, very horny. He had no other choice but to rub one off right now, right here. He started to unzip when there was a voice behind him. "Whoa bro, wait a moment." Thomas zapped up from the chair and turned around to face a young man. "Who the fuck are you!" he shouted...