Violet was chained back in the cage feeling very satisfied somehow. She was conflicted and confused, for no man had ever made her feel as Blaine had. She was also reluctant about his feelings, knowing she would never be anything more than a slave to him, and he expected her to regard him as her Master. The thought made her uncomfortable, but she had no qualm...
It was starting to get dark but Thomas continued to drive. Where was the main highway? This was the last time he'd listen to his damn friend again when it came to directions. Looking out he saw that they were going to have a bad snow storm soon from the darkening of the sky. Wonderful just wonderful! He was supposed to be home with the family getting nauseou...
This story is based on the Batman animated series universe. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it. ***** In the main room of the abandoned Gotham's botanical gardens, Poison Ivy's large, heart-shaped, bloating Venus flytrap continuously pulsated and pumped essential nutrients into each plant life form ins...
On the ride from the Bois de Vincennes back into Central Paris, Runa and we detour through an old residential neighborhood that somehow eluded Haussmann's 19th-century wrecking ball. We stop at a cafe with a Belle-Epoch facade and Art Nouveau lettering. "Can you imagine?" I ask as we sip cafe expresso. "Cezanne could have sat here? Or Gauguin? or even van...
The barmaids were melting his mind away. Gerrim lay helplessly back and squirmed like a kitten on catnip, trying in vain to hold his breath as Monarch—the big-breasted platinum blonde—hooked her leg over his, half-straddling his side, and slowly unscrewed the heart-shaped rose quartz stopper of the perfume bottle. On his left side, the strawberry-blonde Sw...
Violet sat on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table; ice cream in one and a spoon in the other. It was time for to wind down from the long day she had just endured and what better way than to sit in front of the TV with some ice cream. She needed to totally desensitize from the day as it was a grueling one on her feet, all eight hours of it. And the...
Violet stared at the darkness growing in the sky with mild anticipation. It was the first time she had been alone among the village rose garden in a long time. With a sigh, she laid down on the stone bench, using her arms as a pillow, and stared up as the stars began popping their heads from their beds to greet those waiting below. She always felt more at pe...
"What are you doing here?" I hissed angrily. "Now now Benjamin, that's not how you're supposed to great me is it?" She stepped in through the front door, her four inch heels clattering on the tiled floor. Nearly six foot of lithe muscular body encased in a pvc corset dress, laced at both sides to reveal her tanned skin and hints of her perfect breasts. I...
I lay in the grass with Retta for quite a while afterward, resting. That was probably the longest uninterrupted sex session of my life. Which, admittedly, was because my penis was stuck in her vagina. Which was a bit weird. Retta was a beautiful girl - blonde, curvy, with this sort of luscious and soft look to her. And she was laying naked in the sun witho...
This is the fourth part of a series exploring an artist delighting in the female form. The story includes a 'first time'. For those who last long enough there will also be some incest, but that is all ... yet to come. Everyone engaged in sexual activity in this story is at least 18 years old. ....................... Steve, an artist, advertised for models...