***Author's Note: Chapter 7 of "Mark of the Incubus" will be posted next week. Chapter 3 of "Sirens of the Belt" may be posted the week after depending on how much time I have between work hours. Chapter 2 "You wouldn't dare." Faro eyed his friend Jay who stood with a knife at the ready. "Oh I would," Jay said his voice full of intensity. The men...
Author's note: This is a short sequel to Joan's Story and the fourth installment of The Dirty Old Man but this is from Vanessa's point of view. This is a fantasy and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely accidental. Every character that has sex in this story is over the age of 18. I do suggest you read the "Dirty O...
For the first time since giving birth to their son Angus, Laurie was alone in the house without Steve or the baby. Steve was down the coast for the weekend to help his aunt and uncle move houses, while Laurie's mother had taken Angus so she could have some time to recharge, and Laurie definitely felt she needed it. Motherhood was amazing and Steve was a grea...
Ennelia and Kylaya Introduced: Ennelia and Kylaya were twins. They both had skin as pale and as smooth as cream. Their hair was shocking white, like the purest untouched snow. Their lips were full and had a cherubim pink colour to them. The only difference between Ennelia and Kylaya was their eyes. Ennelia had bright Orange eyes, while Kylaya had bright Yel...
1. Watching the young man hungrily licking and sucking her toes as she lay on the cool floor of the back room of the grocery store, Christy grinned to herself. It was turning out to be a great first week of her holiday. The boy - he must have been eighteen if he was a day, Christy guessed - was a master adept at lustily worshipping her bare feet. He was an...
We had spent the day at an old manor house near the village attending a business lunch. Steve had persuaded his company that it would be good to hold the event in our quiet rural setting giving the city clients and businessmen a chance to sample the fresh country air. Having seen most of the party off home while several others booked into high-class country...
Introduction: This is the third installment of the Misadventures of Calamity Callahan. Jennifer Callahan is a luscious blond nymphet that stumbles happily into sexual situations. This story takes place after she and her mother's best friend Trish shared a night of passion in Las Vegas. This story takes place before Jen offers herself to John and Steve before...
MONDAY Kurt and Kustler's Mega Bookstore. Union Square. Dark and cold outside. Light and warm inside. I'm browsing, walking up and down each aisle. I turn and walk down another row of Fiction. Up ahead there sits a girl, on the carpet, back against a shelf and legs outstretched in front of her. Her gaze buried deep in a book that she holds open on her lap....
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Tuesday, January 27 I sat amongst the soapy bubbles this morning, using a loofa to scrub the sweat and grime from every part of my body. There was, however, one exception: my feet. For the third consecutive m...
Trust, it's one thing that can make or break a friendship. It's something that can take a lifetime to gain, and be gone in a second. It's also one feeling that doesn't require words to describe; enough can be said with body language alone. Rare is it to find friends you instantly feel you can trust within a day or two of meeting based on instinct alone, but...