I can feel my body quaking, hear how labored my breathing is, as if I'd just finished a five song set with no break. There's a strange tingling that wasn't there with Father or Ramses, maybe because my form is older now and more capable of feeling like this. Maybe it's just the man I'm with. It's like...like he can read my mind and obey my body's every silen...
Author's note: Now let's have fun. Feel free to toss out your own wishes for pairings and situations and we'll see what our couple can get up to. * Aiden unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped into a place he did not recognize. It was an apartment, but larger, with furniture that he recognized, but wasn't his. A large sliding glass door opened o...
Three months passed, and summer was now ending, autumn starting to turn. Alexandra's child heavy belly was now fuller in front of her, although looking at her from behind, one would never know. Her breasts were rounder, heavier, and she carried the healthy, sensual glow of a woman at her absolute peak of well-being. She was beautiful in her fullness, with a...
Lucas stood fully erect, with his wings extended as two crimson red snake like tongues groomed his glowing coat of fur. He felt their tongues groom his entire body of neon red fur from head to toe. Lucas extended his eight foot body majestically before them and fluttered his six foot wing span almost knocking down one of the beauties before him. She wouldn...
A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** It had been a rough twelve months for Red Foreman, but through all the trials and tribulations there had been one constant: his totally devoted, loving wife Kitty. He had struggled working for his idiot neighbor, Bob Pinciotti, at his appliance store after the plant had shut down. For one thing, Red was u...
Moina Locklear was a lovely little thing, and she definitely knew it. She hadn't always been that way of course- having had an awkward adolescence where she wore glasses, had a face full of pimples and braces- but she seemed to be finally pleased with her appearance at the age of twenty-five, where her parent's money had bought her perfect, white teeth; a se...
I'm sitting at my vanity when I hear the front door unlock with a clumsy sounding click. I look at my phone. 8:31 pm. It must be Little Red. She's eerily punctual, as per usual. A cheery, bright voice calls down the hallway. "Hello? Misty? Anyone home?" "Just in here! Oh, and while you're out there, pour two glasses of wine for us, would you? The wine's ch...
You've had a very difficult day, and need to be taken care of tonight; gently and thoroughly nursed back to your normal robust health. While you head for a hot shower, I quickly set up the room and make myself ready to heal you..... A quick refresh of my makeup highlights my eyes, giving them a sultry, sexy look. I have decided on a very, very fire red engi...
Author's note: RedhairedandFriendly and I had a wager on the Superbowl, the loser having to write a story pertaining to a scene the other person provided. I lost and Red requested I write about us meeting at the Chicago Lit-together. Unfortunately I am unable to attend. If I were able to make the gathering, I hope this story would be a part of the weekend....
The northern waters are cool and windy. A refreshing ocean wind blows the waves, under the cloudy and grey evening sky. A large and sturdy trading boat, looking like an odd mix of Arab with a touch of Roman, and African imagery on it, comes to rest in a port. Simple yet sturdy wooden planks form it, as light skinned men smile and approach, meeting men in t...