As her heart pounded with the beat of the music that she danced to, Trina watched her dance partner, Mike, as his hips moved and his body swayed in perfect timing with the beat. She thought to herself that he was a very good dancer. She also wondered in her mind, if his moves in the bed were as exact and smooth as his moves on the dance floor. This was their...
Introduction The late American author Anatole Baskin only ever published one book under his own name: a how-to manual for the installation of automatic dishwashers, which went out of print in 1964. But, under a plethora of pen names, Mr. Baskin, one of the 20th century's busiest pulp writers, produced several hundred works, many of which remain the objects...
In the sprawling lands of Aeldor, it was well known that His elusive Majesty was credited with the exposure of the supernatural to the public. Humans had once been the governing species until shifters staged a revolution led by the alpha with nothing to lose. The legends painted him as a ruthless warrior who claimed the entirety of the human nations throug...
She's wearing a simple black dress with a pair of elegant high-heels. Underneath the dress, a sensuous black thong and bra and thigh high black stockings, perhaps with garters. The black goes so well against her skin, contrasted by the red of her nails and lips. She is elegant. A lady yes, but a woman with needs and a need to please. Waiting. From where I s...
“Stand in front of me and raise your skirt,” I commanded her. There was little skirt for her to raise, but she stood mutely with what there was held above her hips. Her training had emphasised the need for her to keep her legs partly spread whenever she stood near me, so I had easy access to her well-displayed arse and cunt. I was sitting comfortably in a d...
Renee's heart pounded so hard against her chest, she thought she would explode, right then and there in front of everyone. But, nerves are funny things. It was a part thrill, part anxiousness of what was about to happen. Particularly, the impending fate of her long, gleaming curtain of sienna brown hair. The world kink had no boundaries, as long as it was s...
I see you in the reflection of your vanity as I walk into the bedroom. You've just gotten home from work and you're in the middle of changing. I take a moment to admire your body from behind. Your skirt is in a pile at your feet, leaving your legs bare up to the thin white panties covering your ass. Looking in the mirror, I can see just a hint of the matchin...
Stirring beneath the downy layers of covers, I stretched out luxuriously, reveling in the shelter of his body, pressed ever close to mine. While I slept, he had nudged his erection between the red cheeks of my ass, only to taunt me with the notion that he might allow me to have him soon. He was wide awake, and staring down at me as I opened my heavy eyelid...
Dickin' Down The Designing Women Ch. 3 Charleene Stillfield sat at her desk, the crumpled piece of stationary in her fist now mashed up into the smallest ball her large hands could muster as she lustfully watched the proceedings. A small dribble of drool seeped out of her mouth, out onto her lower lip as she openly starred at her boss and longtime friend, J...
The warm, temperate evening closed in and daylight faded as the slave wandered aimlessly around the fairground. He had been here for an hour, as per Her previous instructions. A hoard of normal, everyday people; young and old; women, men and children jostled around him, happily, making their way to various rides and stalls to seek their own enjoyment and thr...