The front door slams open with a gust of frigid air. He stumbles through the door, carrying her in his arms, both of them dripping wet and freezing. She is shivering against his chest, and he isn't doing much better. With a hook of his foot, he gets the door closed, locking out the winter weather. He carries her over to the couch and sets her down. "Soooo...
The Agent Author's Note: I'm about to have surgery again on my hands. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series. For Rachel World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different ten...
My name is Chase Bradley. I am an American businessman. I ventured into entrepreneurship very early in my life. This made me a very busy person. Sometimes running your own business makes you a master of your time, sometimes, it totally takes control of your life and your time. The latter is the case for me. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I get busy...
World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading Earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These very short stories do not need to be read sequentially. Thanks to Tara Cox (organizer) and Rachel Sprite (muse) for their encouragement to participate in the Survival Revival Challenge - a...
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my hands gripping the cool marble counter to try to keep the room from swaying. I've had way too much to drink tonight. "Too much of a lot of things," I say out loud. Too much make-up. Too much cleavage. Too much time staring at someone else's husband, hoping he's noticing me. "Too much tequila." I scold myself. "S...
After my first ever time with Someone of the same sex as mentioned in my first story, I had come home and fought my inner demons and played that day over in my mind a million times and each time I came to the same conclusion: I had enjoyed it and I wanted more. Pon and I had chatted online a lot since my first visit with her and she had asked me if I had e...
So I was sitting online chatting the other day when my friend Lisa sent me a message that she was home alone and bored. So without a pause to think about it I slipped out the door and drove over. We chitchatted over a glass of wine and a cigarette before she gave me a tour of her just reorganized closet. Seeing all of those sexy wigs and shoes made me hot (y...
One night, in the midst of our love-making, Sanjay asked me, 'Baby, tell me a fantasy that you love the most.' At that time, we were experimenting a new position, I was riding him like a cow girl, I was on top of him, and bouncing on his hard cock, while my clit was rubbing across his pubic hair each time my ass landed on his balls. I told him, 'Honey, I hav...
Ch. 3 Little brother, you betrayed me! Hungrily looking at Juliana laying down on the soft leather, Chuck pulled his shirt open with buttons flying, he pressed himself over her body with his bare chest. Keeping a hand over the side, he prevented his body from crushing her, yet still made her feel his heat over her skin. Taking in the vulnerable sight of Ju...
Nervous, little slut? Of course you are. It's your first day at Mistress K's Slutschool and you have so much to learn to even hope to catch up with the bigger, stronger, more experienced boysluts. Well, luckily for you, it's my job to teach little sluts like you how to behave. How to show proper subservience to your betters. Take a seat on that stool there...