This story could fit in several categories, like Romance, Interracial, or Erotic Coupling. This is a stroke story; at least it has a lot of sex. A special thank you to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. * I'm John and I was sitting here this Sunday morning having coffee with my wife when there was a knock on the door. I answ...
It had been an amazing night as Belinda had brought James out of subspace in her own unique and sex filled way. It was now Monday morning and James was still handcuffed to the wrought iron frame of their elegant queen sized bed. Belinda had already showered and was squeezing into her blue jeans, her pale purple satin underwear slowly disappearing inside its...
He placed his hand on the small of my back to usher me into the elevator. We stood in silence side by side at the back - not quite strangers but each in a bubble of our own thoughts. He watched me in the mirrored walls of the elevator. I mostly watched the carpet in front of my feet. Our ascent slowed, then stopped and the doors parted with a whoosh. Ahead o...
A hulder is a mythological creature, a beautiful, wild woman with a tail whose enchanting voice lures men to her, and they follow her to the underworld where their soul is lost forever, and where they remain as her sex-slaves until they are spent. But what if there was more to the tale then mere fantasy…? Once upon a time there was a young girl who was sear...
I awoke to the sun shining in my face. Certainly not the most pleasant way to wake up. Coming back to life I realized I can hear the shower running. I quickly remember the incredible brunette that soothed my body and sole the day before, not an terribly hard feat considering there remains little else in my brain bank. The prospects of spending more time with...
I woke up this perfect morning after a night to remember. I look out the window to see how beautiful Vancouver looked at this hour and our great view of the Bay. I made coffee before I popped into the bathroom for a pee and a shower. I walked out just as Jean was waking up, she held out her arms for a good morning hug and kiss. I love it when she's warm and...
Chapter 08 -- Servant Trish Trish woke up before sunrise the next morning. There was no alarm clock to get her up; but instead there was something worse: roosters. The neighborhood was full of them. Flora and Pierre, it seemed, had one of the loudest and most obnoxious roosters of them all: a bird that delighted in standing right outside the living room win...
Tarah was restless. Her body was not cooperating with her desire for sleep. As she tossed and turned, she murmured, "No not Jake." Her mind was taking her on an excursion into her past. A trek she didn't want to travel yet she couldn't resist going. It was a bittersweet place because there were so many good memories overshadowed by an extremely bad one. And...
I scanned the club from the end of the long bar. I saw the table of my wife's co-workers, she wasn't sitting with them. The dance floor was crowded but you couldn't miss him. He looked like he just stepped out of a Harlequin novel. Long flowing black hair, dark tan and the top two buttons of his black shirt unbuttoned. He must be a gym rat or work constructi...
Erica reeled from the force of the overhand right. It was a little stronger than she anticipated; her vision swirled, the cries of the surrounding crowd faded. For a moment even she wondered if she was going to stay on her feet, but she managed to pull herself back together in time to see Juarez charge her for the finishing blow. Of all the people Erica ha...