She met him at the front door at the end of his working day, kissed him and laid his briefcase on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Taking him by the hand she led him into the lounge, pulled a chair from under the table and turned it round to face him. She pushed him down to sit and straddled her legs across him leaning in close to kiss him harder, her ha...
She reaches up & turns the radio a little bit louder. Dipping her hands back into the soapy water she goes back to washing the dishes. Her body sways as she dances & sings along with the music. He stops in the doorway, silently watching her as she moves. Looking her over he smiles, completely nude save the silver collar around her neck & the leather ankle cu...
Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn't the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author's constant pro...
"Are you hungry?" Jesse asked Allison, lightly rolling a nipple between his fingers. They'd moved to his room a couple of hours ago and had alternated between lazily watching TV and playing with each other. Jesse's fascination with her breasts hadn't waned, and she was getting used to the near constant presence of his warm breath on her tits. Even while he'...
In the resort we sat at the bar and enjoyed a couple of drinks. Being in a resort for adults only had many people leave their inhibitions at the door. The resorts version of Sexual Feud was very direct and very enlightening, and made my wife a little uncomfortable. People talking about sexual positions, preferences, and methods to reach orgasm in public was...
Logging on the chat site, there's the usual smattering of the desperate, the lonely, the bored. Some of them are obviously male, or female. Some of them are obviously not as bright as others. I like smart women, one's whose principal erogenous zone is their mind. Simple text can do wonders to stroke that zone into a ravenous frenzy. I like that. I feed on bo...
I walked into an almost entirely empty room. The lights shone dimly. On the walls hung a variety of masks, the sort of thing one might wear for Mardi Gras or a masquerade party: colorful, decorative concealments that hid one's upper face while leaving the lips and chin exposed. I selected one off the wall, a black and green mask, studded with iridescent ston...
Young white virgin blacked in a barn on a rainy day: Candy and Teresa were sisters. Candy was 19 years old and Teresa had just turned 18 years old. They were small girls. Pale white skin, blue-green eyes and light blonde hair. Candy was only 5'-0"and her sister Teresa was 4'-10" tall. Both were intelligent, pretty and little pranksters as well. They lived...
Not all just about writing erotica, this story is about car buff stuff for car buffs. Susan discusses her other passion the automobile. Of all the things that I learned about driving faster from Bob Bondurant and his team of drivers is that driving smoother is faster. With my eyes only looking to where I want to go, needing to feel the car to know what the...
The pleading in her voice had Christian turning, his hand leaving the bent and mangled metal that had once been the door knob. He stared down at Kinlye, his eyes meeting hers. "You don't know what you're asking." His voice was low and gruff, his hand going to cup her cheek. "I do," Kinlye argued. "I want you to kiss me like you did last night. I need to kno...