It started out as darkness, then the feeling of anger spread. Red misted her eyes and she smelled blood… fear… pain. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest, taste the rage that clogged her senses. She felt herself moving through the trees with the soundless grace of a predator. Every sound grated on her ears, her heightened senses picking up the smal...
For years I have been writing personalized erotic stories by request. I have a set of question the woman answers and then I construct her a personalized fantasy. This is the reason these are written as if I'm telling them to one person. * We'd been talking about it for weeks, trading stories and fantasies, you'd told your husband how excited the whole ide...
I stood there at the edge of the parking lot. The brisk, cool breeze off the lake whipped my skirt up around my thighs so that anyone looking could have occasionally seen my panties. My blouse was pressed taut against my breasts so that my nipples were outlined in the sheer fabric. My hair floated out behind me. The wind dried my tears almost as fast as I sh...
Wendi smoothed the long brown hair that cascaded halfway down her back, gave herself one last glance in the restroom mirror, and headed back to the dance floor. Adjusting her strappy white tank top, she went to her accustomed place next to one corner of the area. She was still a little too self-conscious of her dancing ability, so she tended to hang out on t...
"I still can't believe you talked me into this," Rob said as he tried to slip the black fishnet stockings over his freshly shaved legs. "I know," his girlfriend called out from the fitting room behind him, "But it was such short notice. And besides, you were the only other guy I could think of who could pull off Dr. Frank N. Furter." "Yeah," he said, "But...
We both end up at the same function, somewhere....a party maybe who knows, something like that... you are with her and I am with him. Lots of laughter and drinking, everyone is having a good time, small groups sitting around tables. You are sitting only a couple of seats away from me, our eyes keep meeting over our drinks, and the tension between us is prett...
Leif fell in love with Lynne from the instant he saw her. Singing, almost alone, in a crowded bar, with creamy beige skin, and soft brown hair which she wore shoulder length. There was a different quality to her, almost ethereal. She was a cute, petite black girl, with great legs, and a wonderful ass. But that wasn't what attracted him to her initially. It w...
Women: Stories of Passion, Episode #1.33, Sing, Sing Me The Blues. Starring Sara Melson (as Jenny), Jeff Kober (as Vincent), Jesus Nebot (as Tomas), Wilson Rocha (as the Bartender) and Elisa M. Rothstein (as the Interviewer). A woman's life takes a sudden turn after a slow spin on the dance floor. * * * * * Jenny, an attractive woman with dark curly hair...
It was an unusually hot British summer, and I was staying on my friend's farm for a few weeks to help out with the list of the never ending jobs that always need doing. I didn't mind though, it meant I could be near the object of my teenage infatuation, David, my friend's much older brother. At 27, tall broad and muscular, with sandy blonde hair, all year ro...
She pulled tentatively at the rope securing her left wrist and began to wonder what she'd gotten herself into. It had seemed so thrilling when he first led her into the room. Now, as she waited (for what?) the thrill was tinged with apprehension. She tried wiggling a foot, but that wasn't going anywhere either. It seemed like ages since he had brought her i...