In a sudden fit of panic, Yvonne tried to squirm free of Phillipe, twisting herself in the bed to hopefully throw him off balance and then attempt an escape. She was barely able to budge him, and only succeeded in angering him. As a particularly bright flash of lightning filled the room with white light, she saw her intruder at his most vile. His eyes almost...
Red and I spent that night and the next day together. I was totally intoxicated by him, by his swaggering attitude toward life, by everything about him. I hadn't realized how empty and boring my life was until he came along and opened my eyes, not to mention my asshole. For the first time in my life, I was happy and sexually satisfied. My only fear was that...
My heart thumped fast and hard in my chest, and I rubbed my hands carefully against the sides of my pants, hoping they were not as clammy as they were shaky. I got out of the car and walked slowly across the grassy hill of the park. It was a perfect day, weather wise. The sun was shining, with puffy white clouds that dotted the bright blue. I would have been...
I was secretly hoping it would happen, even knowing how bad for me it would be. I'm a Social Studies teacher at Marina Junior College in Southern California. I've been here for twenty-two years. I'm forty-four years old. I've had some good times with the students. Some have been bright, friendly and eager to learn and to grow as people. I've been attracted...
Regina stood by the fireplace and sipped her cranberry juice and seltzer while she scoped out the party guests. Many folks were feeling no pain, talking, laughing, and flirting. Some were downright comical. Every now and then she would zero in on David and take note of whom he was chatting with and if he lingered with anyone in particular. She liked to note...
A note from the author: Gender and sexual politics are powerful things, though I've yet to see a good example of the two being combined successfully in erotica outside of certain niche stories. After all, the person who enjoys your smut today might not be the same person who you'd want to vote for in the town-hall election tomorrow, though the same could be...
Amber was waiting for Cindy thinking about her last slave. The runt had died two weeks ago. Three years of service without any problems. None that could not be solved with a little bit more discipline applied to him anyway. He was a good cook and his tongue was very talented. She had brought his body to the bayou were the crocodiles had taken care of him....
It was a Thursday afternoon and it was raining. I was a freshman in college and I was late for my biology laboratory. I ran up the path in the drizzle, past the pond and up to the science tower. I was breathing hard in the elevator as I went up to the lab floor. I stepped out of the elevator and then held by breath as I opened the door. The demonstrator sto...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper *** "Fuck!" Dean swore and threw the bunched up drawing sheet angrily across the room. "Wow, wow! Someone is in a bad mood." Josh Broody, Dean's eldest brother drawled from the doorway, looking at the number of bunched up drawing paper scattered across the room. "What crawled up you...
Author's note This story is a re-edited version of a story of mine which I cannot post on this website. This story takes place during season 6 when Buffy is over 18. *** Spike sighed and change the channel again. He really needed to steal cable or something. He couldn't sleep and daytime TV was failing him. Getting up he was about to take another look a...