(This is an editorial I published in the current edition of the Shallowater Weekly Express and Wolfforth Word Weekly, which I edit. Please do not use the names of the people involved without requesting their permission. This was edited slightly because I always re-edit my work. This is dedicated to honey123, an author who asked for this story via private me...
Author's disclaimer: While writing her famous vampire tales and others, gothic novelist Anne Rice has also written a number of erotic novels, publishing them under the pen names A.N. Roquelaure and Anne Rampling. While each of the five novels undoubtedly deserves its own separate consideration, I offer this as an introduction to them, and an invitation to tr...
Octavia awoke early before the sun, the sky was shades of purple gray. The newly made woman stretched like a feline, coiling and arching her supple body. Glancing over a smile of inner, overwhelming joy spread across her face as she saw that Lutane was still sound asleep. Her body ached but in a mighty good way as she quietly got up from the bed, she softly...
Her whimpers were raw and low, drowned out by the sound of the table being adjusted. She felt the lowest half drop away and her dangling legs were lifted one at a time and her feet slid into stirrups, locked into place. Spread. Her cunt open. Wide open to every pair of eyes that might look down. Were there others? Others watching this debasement. Watching...
'Are you ready yet?' I glanced at the text while hurriedly collecting a few things. Black lace bustier... Black thong... Black sheer stockings... Black stilettos... I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves, and replied quickly 'Almost' then ran down stairs with my things clutched to my heaving chest. God I was so nervous... As I reached the bottom...
The girl looked over at the sky. It was going to rain. She almost considered calling off the whole thing, picking up her cell phone and telling her boy friend that this wasn’t going to work out, that this was something that she hadn’t wanted to do after all. He’d understand, he always did. He was so good, so caring about things like these, and he had been s...
I wasn't sure what I was letting myself in for, except that I knew it would be pleasant, but my girlfriend Sue had said, 'Sorry, sweetheart, I have to work Christmas Day, until four. Come round to the apartment about six, and we can spend the evening together. I'll cook Christmas dinner for you,' she'd added, with a kiss and a smile and a hug. Sue works on...
It's been a hot day, the air heavy with the promise of a storm, but it's grown a little cooler as the afternoon wears on. The cotton blinds are drawn, shutting out some of the glare of the sun. Somewhere outside and downstairs comes the sound of kids playing ball. After my shower, I'm feeling pleasantly lazy; not like doing much of anything, not even getting...
Ah, junior high. Those were the days, and they seemed like so long ago. Nick and I would sit in the back of the study hall as morning announcements were on, and he'd have his arm around me, whispering in my ear. I was only 13 at that time, he was 15. I always got the feeling Nick might be more than a friend. He dated other girls -- more than I cared to kee...
I first saw her out on a morning run in my neighborhood. She had tight black fitness pants and a sports bra on, her ample breasts pressed flat and her tight ass flexing as she ran by. I remember blonde hair done up in a high ponytail, her hips moving like a wild animal, and big luxurious lips. I also remember thinking to myself, it just occurring to me. I'm...