*** It is 1917, in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Revolutionary leader Borya Petrov feels the pressure and tension of his position and the distracting allure of his comrade and lover, Natasha Sokolov. Borya Petrov had been thinking of her all day in his meetings. Back in those days, before air conditioning and with the constant debates going on for ho...
**** It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Revolutionary party leader Borya Petrov and his lover Natasha retreat to their mountain cabin where she fulfills one of his private fantasies. *** They finally reached their cabin just after the sun had set and the autumn chill had settled in. Once dismounted in front of the rented retreat Borya took th...
It takes nearly half an hour to completely free Mistress' hand from the kitchen counter. Turns out spider silk is exactly as strong as they say it is. This becomes very apparent when it's in such copious amounts that a regular spider could never dream of spinning. Surprisingly resistant to magic, too. But after trying several possible solvents and applying e...
Mallory left for the cafeteria. Now that she was alone, she could spend some time thinking about all that she had just witnessed. Watching Eric orgasm like that was... incredible. She could feel a familiar rush in her lower abdomen just at the memory. And the prostate exam? She had offered so many times to touch him there and he had always refused. With the...
"You're a pleasure machine, aren't you?" A completely sated Michael had used those exact words to describe Mandy after she had given him a hand job: her first ever. Mandy is a writer of erotic fiction. She has written a few stories, but mostly she relies on her imagination to find acceptable material. She wanted to write something based on reality for a ch...
A light. It was brief, brilliant green that streaked from east to west before fading into the purple twilight. The stars were bleeding through the layers of dusk, the sun dipping behind a range of barren rocks that made up the foothills of the Sierra Madras. The light was followed by another, the same neon green. Then another. One of many iron meteorite...
Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc. are in effect. I really advise anyone under 21 not to read my stories. It takes a certain degree of maturity to enjoy my writings without recriminations. Don't write a review if you don't like the theme of the story. That's just childish. But criticism is always good and helps me....
Bronze eyes slowly blinked open in the dimly lit room. As they began to focus, a low groan echoed. The young woman slowly sat up and winced, reaching for her head only to notice the cuff and chain attached to her wrist. Her cat-like eyes narrowed as she studied her shackles and the room she was in. The cuff was standard steel that was welded to a solid iron...
The boundary between the sleeping world and the waking world grew beguilingly porous as Evan lay there on the mattress in Kassie's filthy bedroom. Any sense of time or direction dissipated in the grungy haze. The shadows from the light outside seemed to shift as the hours wore on, but it was hard to know for sure. At some point, Kassie slid up off her mattr...
The quietness of the house was broken by the melody of a cello coming from the living room. Luke poked his head out of the bathroom, his face full of shaving cream and the razor in his hands. He had just put down the phone a couple of minutes ago. He wondered who it was again so early in the morning. Was it the hospital? The thought made him drop the razor...