Lost in Eros Book II: The Forest Reunion Don held Tascha tightly in his arms and kissed the top of her head. For several moments he just forgot about everything else and was happy to hold her. It had always been like that, one Tascha hug and he was totally in love with her. Whatever else was going on in his life, there was the constant affection he had fo...
He crawled on his hands and knees towards her. She was lying on her back with her legs spread open, the glistening sex inviting him to taste its musky depths. He lowered his head to catch the folds in his mouth, sucking them before spearing his tongue within to find her swollen clit. He circled it slowly, caught it with his lips and lapped at it again. She m...
This story takes places in the MCU and is Part 15 of 'An Avenger's...' series. However it can also be enjoyed out of context. ... Laid out on the cold metal floor of the Helicarrier bridge the being known as Maria Hill contemplated how she had come to fall into the marvellous manipulator's grand schemes. Caught in the middle of an enthusiastic orgy the br...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
*The stillness of a pond rarely betrays its depths* (Noxii -- the hurtful ones (Latin); was the term used for Roman gladiators put into the arena without training to die for the crowd's amusement) (The Committee of Public Safety wasn't a committee and didn't keep people safe) (This story is ridiculous -- It would never happen; parents and law enforcement...
Sarah sat down on the bed. On it was a newspaper open at a page of advertisements. Some of them were simply a girl's name and a phone number: Ann, Kristen, Chantal, Melissa. Several of the advertisements were larger: New Orleans Club, Cottonwood Lodge, Fifth Avenue Terrace. These advertisements had sketches of girls' faces and statements like "Choice of go...
This story has to be in the third person. I cannot do this in the first person, I cannot bring myself to put myself in this man's shoes, so forgive me, because we all know that sooner or later everybody has to answer the final roll call. * The unarmed Medevac chopper hit the ground hard almost tossing out the Crew Chief, who was already precariously perch...
By Dan57 and Aisha Aisha arrives in Shimla After a long, but relaxing train journey, Brad and Aisha arrived at the base of the mountains . They changed to the summer train to Shimla. This small train was overcrowded, thus not very conducive for risqué activities. But the journey was quite pleasant regardless, as Mark described in fascinating details, what...
"Penny! That's her name!" I told myself as the image of the young girl appeared dimly from out of the grey hazy depths of my memory. Suddenly, I was sitting back at the edge of the lunch counter of the HoJo's in Tempe. I was a college undergraduate in my junior year, trying to experience a social life in the midst of the never-ending routine of reading, memo...
November 1958 Alice Newberry peeked nervously from behind the stage curtain in the Oresville High School Auditorium. She wasn't nervous about singing in the talent show because she had been singing on the radio with her Uncle Jacks country band since she was ten years old. Her Uncle Jack did a live show on KLRK in Little Rock on Saturday mornings from ten...