Author's note: Many thanks to mehiali for editing this for me. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. I hope you like it but whether you do or don't, I'd love to hear why. What was good, what was bad, how could I improve? All feedback welcomed at the address in my profile. * * * * * Scotland is an old country, one of the oldest nations in the...
Sie sah die andere Frau an, die nervös eine Zigarette rauchte. Es war sonst Niemand in dem großen Damenumkleideraum des Polizeipräsidiums. "Weißt Du, worauf Du dich da einlässt?" Polizeimeisterin Sandra Berger drückte Ihre Zigarette aus und strich sich die langen blonden Haare aus dem hübschen, aber ernstem Gesicht. "Na hör mal, Du hast doch a...
The Elysian fields were rife with the yells of bloodlust, lust and drunken revelry as warriors drank, fucked and spilt each other's blood around the three women who sat on the grass just outside of the pub/knick knack shoppe "The Druid's Ample Buttocks". No one looked twice at the odd trio; a spirit, quasi-mortal vestibule for a triad of goddesses and a godd...
When the C17 landed at Kandahar, the four made their way to Operations to report in. There was a message for Robert, report to Wing Commander Gorman at 1400 hundred hours. He just had time to shower and change before the meeting. Steve was there along with Mike Conway, after the usual pleasantries Steve began. "I'm afraid that I'm the reason for your chang...
A knock. "Can I come in?" she asks. Wet and tired. "Do you want to? You're the one who left." She stares at me intently. Hesitation and drama. "I was... disturbed. Can I come in?" I step aside just enough to let her past. She smells of bourbon and fear. I watch as she removes her overcoat: a painted-on pair of jeans and a second skin of a tee-shirt. If s...
Author's Note: This is another story that takes place in the timeline of a major world war. It does not pick up where Collateral Damage left off, but is rather another slice of life from the time period I've envisioned and actually takes place earlier than Collateral Damage, during the most desperate portion of the war, when the enemy is driving into the Un...
Sipping disconsolately at her bowl of thin soup, Captain Zoe wondered for the nth time how long she had been a prisoner of the Sunnie Army. Without a window or any other outside light source, it was impossible to determine how much time had passed. The gloomy cell and the isolation were beginning to wear her down and she felt even more defeated every day. Sh...
Hey all! Here is the last of Harem of Vanity for your pleasure, reading and, um...otherwise. I really hope you all enjoy it, and I welcome all feedback via the contact info in my contacts page. As always, if you write me or comment here, please don't do it anonymously, I'm generally good to even my harshest critics and nothing is more frustrating to me when...
Tina sitzt, leicht verloren, auf dem Barhocker, am Tresen des Strip-Clubs; „NICK NAGLER NACKTCAFFE“. Sie lässt, wiederholt, die Spitzen ihre langen Haare auf ihren, beinahe Nackten, Popo tippen, das leichte prickelnde Piksen, jagt ihr einen wohligen Schauer über ihren Rücken, sie gibt sich dem erregenden Gefühl hin. Geniest es mit jeder Faser ihres sinnliche...
"No!" Linda shook her dark tresses to make sure Ann got the point, but Ann was not looking at her. "A promise is a promise," said Ann, distracted. She lounged on the condo's secluded balcony, soaking up the sun, topless."I've been counting on you for tomorrow. Sort of." "I said I would go to the beach with you, sure, but that was before I realized it was...