'That's the best needle you'll ever get, you fuckin' slut.' He pulled his jeans up and looked down at her as she struggled to untie the knot her panties were getting into around her cheap and glorious fuck me stilettos. She looked up at him and stared. She did not hate them anymore, but she did not like them either. It was pure economics. She immunised her...
Dirt damp from the slight drizzle that had turned the whole day gray, and made the night seem darker than black, molded to our heroin's bare feet as she ran. Warmth stagnates in the air, the sultry summer heat making it hard to breathe with every push forward. Every lunge vibrated through her long pale legs, the power in them tested after running flat out f...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong categor...
Ch. 9 All Good Things The day started off with a beautiful sunrise and a warmth in the air. As the guys left the clubhouse and sat on their bikes, it was a feeling of normal that almost seemed foreign. The threat was gone, for now, being told the enemy club was taken down giving them a chance to breathe easier. The gate was locked securely behind t...
Claire Fitzpatrick I've found myself on a moral ambiguity kick, a sign of brevity, and had decided to let the world in on my subconscious as I ruminated on 'taboo' subjects. It's not that I wanted people to be repelled by me, but I wanted to be repelled by them, sickened by their own repugnance. I've decided experience in a manner that is absorbing, penetr...
On her drive home that Tuesday night, Louise did feel some pangs of guilt. The accuser stood at her left shoulder and brought to her remembrance what she had done. "I've never put my hands on another man's cock before," she lamented to herself. Of course, with Will's cock, that would be "hand" (singular), since even her diminutive hand was wide enough to co...
Michaela, Mia and I stumbled up the stairs to the entrance of our apartment and made it across the foyer and to the elevator. The elevator had metallic gold walls that reflected nicely. The reflection was not a mirror image, rather it gave the two women a golden goddess-like sheen. We all realized what we had to do at about the same time. I hit the stop butt...
She was crying. Not from pain, but from pure pleasure. She had just stomped on another man's heart and she was savoring his heartache. The woman was a bitch, but she was hot and had a great rack and like so many others, Mark fell for her body and deceptively sweet smile and ignored the rest. This was something that not even he was aware of, mesmerized by her...
Tom's Workshop Lately Tom had been dividing his time between working at the service station five days a week - he worked Saturdays but he took Wednesday off - and Alice. They had incredible sex every day. That took a couple of hours, not counting the time they spent in twin comas afterwards. They talked. They talked about everything - growing up, discoverin...
This is a rewrite to my first attempt at erotic fiction (Heroine Ch. 01) Please excuse any grammatical or punctuation errors as I have not obtained an editor yet. There is a bit on non-consent in this story, but it has been toned way down from the original. I hope everyone enjoys it and as always feedback is welcomed both negative & positive. Wyatt *******...