Ch.1: The Innkeepers daughter Waiting for his friend to catch up Chris watched the sun disappear under the horizon. On a good day it would have been a close thing to reach the next town before dusk, and today had not been a good day, not at all. Rain had greeted them when they wore up in the haystack they had been offered by the friendly farmers wife to sle...
Mischa was impossibly turned on. She stared at her reflection in the mirror; flushed cheeks, bright eyes, smeared lipstick. She didn't need to reach down to know she was dripping wet; she felt it every time she squeezed her legs together, and she knew she had the look of a woman who had either just gotten some or was about to. In her case, both were true. N...
Chapter 3, "To walk and talk" The second day of the march dawned steamy and wet, the fiery orb glaring on the Marwerl steppes, illuminating the two warriors as they were settling for their second resting of the day. As Drerin went through his customary stretches preparing for their three vutcer training session which was the sole reason for the stop in the...
From Part I: Alyssa, a part-time bartender in Manhattan, gets propositioned by an attractive couple who happen to walk by the bar. They go out for dinner and dancing, then to a hotel room... When we got to the room, I just stood there looking at them, not sure what to do next. Fortunately, they were the aggressors. Greg reached out to touch one of my breast...
It's a warm summer afternoon and we watch the kids playing in the back yard. They are toddlers and preschoolers, the oldest being 6. My sister-in-law Lori and her husband Dave are visiting for the weekend. My mind is filled with lewd thoughts of what might happen tonight. We get some ice cream for the kids, and I grab a fudgesicle out of the freezer. I flirt...
Do you like Booty Juice? Do you even know what it is? If you don't, then I'm here to enlighten you. My name is Marcus Wilson. A six-foot-one, lean and rugged, dark-skinned and athletic young African-American man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Saint Dominus College in Boston. This is the tale of my most erotically charged adve...
"Get out," Charles said. His eyes were black with lust; she knew he wasn't kidding. Christie undid her seatbelt and stepped from his SUV. They were in an open parking lot, not far from the bridge but hidden by a row of trees. Streetlights bathed them in orange-coloured light; his blue vehicle looked black. There were only three other cars parked there; presu...
You are obliterated, my love," he grinned, his blue eyes beaming in the overhead lights. "Shno, I shem shnot!" she slurred as she collapsed to the floor. Billy shook his head as he lifted the young girl into his arms and carried her to their bed. "Like I said, time for bed, Jules." Julie nodded and allowed her head to fall against Billy's firm chest as he...
I'd gone to the pub to drown my sorrows after being dumped by my boyfriend. He was a nice guy, and I was sorry he'd left – but God would I miss the sex. So I guess I wasn't just at the pub to sulk. I was on the hunt for fresh man-meat! I'd seen some potentials, for if I got desperate, but nothing that really caught my eye. Then I saw him. As soon as he walk...
Jonathan got up and pulled Charisse up with him leading her to the bed where they laid down and just held each other cuddling and talking. As the night wore on, Charisse drifted off to sleep in Jonathan's arms and Jonathan gave her a light kiss on her forehead. Jonathan laid his head back on the pillow and listened to the light sounds of Charisse's even brea...