December 2019 "Let's go-oooo..." Anya Taylor-Joy told me in a sing-song voice as she leaned her head to the side. "What for?" I asked, only pausing long enough to say it. Then I went right back to kissing her along the neck. "Because the party has already started," Anya said while looking up at the ceiling, desperately trying to resist the urge to get bac...
Ahhh, Christmastime at the underwear store... Make sure you read all the Holiday Contest entries and vote on your favorites! * * * There's nothing quite like driving along the sea on a nice, warm day, windows down, smelling the salt and letting the sandy sun soak into the car, driving out the smells of stale coffee and old fast-food wrappers. Today was a...
Author's notes: 1. This story follows on from my previous story 'Mixed Emotions' in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that 'Mixed Emotions' is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything describe...
Lawrence's deep-set frown was illuminated harshly by the cold blue light of his computer monitor. He didn't like what he was seeing on his monitor. Didn't like it one bit. At nineteen, he would have watched it eagerly. At fifty, he knew he should turn it off, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. And the more he watched, the angrier he became. On the othe...
Wednesday 1900 hours She moved across the crowded bar with a feline fluidity that would have been called graceful or elegant on a pretty woman. With Margo the word most often used to describe her movements was lethal. She was a mountain of a woman; nearly six foot one and she packed nearly two hundred pounds of muscle on that frame. Her legs were long and h...
He was chosen the moment I saw him on the street that hot summer night. Tall, dark and handsome to say the least, and a young thing, surely of age, but no more than 20, I guessed, a tender and succulent morsel for seasoned predator like me. The wet warmth and pulsing tingle I felt between my thighs told me he was the one. I followed him at a discreet distan...
This is my story for the Summer Lovin' competition and it's set in July, during the two weeks of Wimbledon, but the locations are not limited to London. In days of old, when knights were bold, a handsome knight in shining armour would gallop up, sword in hand, to rescue the beautiful maiden. Fighting his way past the disreputable henchmen he would find and...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Finally. Sorry it took so long, but this was the longest chapter and it took time to process. As always, I need to thank, Stylus and Madison, my cool editors - for their endless patience, and great insights. Just a quick reminder. So far: 1. The Big b...
All characters depicted in sexual acts are over the age of 18 Contains: (femdom, futanari, futanari on male, orcs, muscle, violence, fantasy) This one takes a while to get to the sexy bits but I hope you can enjoy it anyway. * The air was filled with the screeches of metal on metal and the groans of the wounded and dying. Softly the wind whispered along...
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone for the words of support! Please note that in this chapter there are are some disturbing, possibly triggering moments. This story contains: (Implied) Non-consensual, Gentle Femdom, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Nonhuman, Sixty-Nine, Dragon, Fantasy, Lesbian (kinda?),and Anal ________________________________________________________...