Helen had been seeing her quicksand lover in secret, early Sunday morning liaisons, for some time now, and each erotic endeavour had heightened her sexuality. Wallowing in the warming wetness, and sinking sensually in the swampy sand, she had felt a frantic fervour to take things further, not just being made mellow liquid love to, tenderly and caringly, but...
A man is walking peacefully through a forest. (or woman) (or an older teen (16, 17)) You are out in a strange, alien forest alone, and have only the shoes and clothes on your back to protect you from the wilderness. At this point, the climate didn't seem too hostile anyways... You aren't exactly sure why you were in the forest again, but you knew for certain...
Ada's heart thumped relentlessly. Her body was covered in sweat despite the cold night air. Her blouse was so ripped up that she was practically wearing strips of cloth over her bra. Her skirt, now a few flaps of denim, now barely covered her crotch, revealing her bare legs and boots. The rain drizzled, forming puddles where she sat. She had to keep moving....
That night I stood in wait. Various insects chirped their territorial mating calls while fire flies flashed their indecipherable code. My choice of wardrobe seemed to be inappropriate for my surroundings. I had chosen a black party dress that I had specifically tailored for my needs. I specifically chose a satin halter neck design that came down mere inches...
Elizabeth StCloud III was the best and most ruthless real estate agent in Mclean county. She was also the best looking. Long curly blonde hair neatly pulled back in a ponytail. 36-24-36 inch body that was always wrapped in the tightest tailor made skirts, blouses, and blazers. She was never afraid to do what it took to land a deal. Even if it required her to...
I hate weddings. Especially the Asian ones - mind-bogglingly large, unnecessarily exuberant, and all the bad blood and family politics that erupt. In my experience, at least, Western weddings were a lot tamer. Formal, yes, but at least families got together to celebrate rather than bring up vendettas. But, I digress. The problem that hit me the most was, giv...
"Smile!" Sophie tapped the screen, then snapped several more frames. One picture was never enough - someone blinked, or something got in the way. She was always pedantic about making sure that things turned out right, even though she didn't care too much how she looked in photos. It was something I appreciated about my future sister-in-law. It was the perfe...
This story is not true. It is a fantasy that depicts what happens when someone isn't true to a gorgeous, intelligent woman who could be mean. Anyone in the story who resembles someone in real life is only coincidental. If you're not sure you like a story with an unhappy ending find another story to read. ***** Valerie Washington was a very pretty black wom...
Rebecca wasn't used to sleeping naked. She had done it once at home, perhaps, but never on the road. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a choice. She hadn't meant to stop over. The conference took longer to wrap up than expected. The highway was blocked by a truck accident. It was already getting dark by the time she reached the small town and checked in...
NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the su...