Beca had no idea why she was showering in a boys' high school locker room. Well, she knew that the Nationals were being held in Otisburg, where the Annual Clothesline Traditionalist Convention had booked all the hotels solid, so the Elders of A Capella had put them up with sleeping bags in the gymnasium of the local high school. Of course, no one had wanted...
Damian looked around Wayne Manor. It was evident that in the five years he'd spent away, training, standards had slipped. The mail was dumped on an endtable in the antechamber. Damian picked it up, finding a skin magazine. He sneered, wondering which of the reprobates it belonged to. Drake? Todd? Certainly not Grayson. He, at least, could get the real thing,...
Power Girl needed to get laid. It'd been a while since she'd had a steady boyfriend, long enough to strike her as ridiculous that a woman like her, who looked exactly like a male fantasy, didn't have a male. She went through her mental black book, thinking of prospective lovers and exes who might be good for a laugh, and it occurred to her that Ted Kord had...
Laurel stood in the shower, staring morosely forward as she washed her body clean of the filmy soap that had covered her every statuesque inch. She knew Thea was waiting for her outside, a thought that normally would've made her all but glow—now she felt a kind of dread. It had been months since they'd first started seeing each other. Laurel had lost Sara a...
"You want me to use you?" Scott growled. "Absolutely, darling. As only you can." Scott reached up to take down the showerhead from its mount, running the spraying water over both himself and Emma to rinse off the soap suds they'd left on each other's body. Normally, he'd use shampoo, but he'd been told that at least once a week, it was best to do without....
Darcy on top of him, riding him, at first with a gentle rocking motion that massaged his cock with the pleasured clenching of her cunt, then he felt her speed up, felt how the delicious sensations in her cunt were growing from how she warmed and tightened and wettened. She was bouncing up and down, her breasts jostling with liquid motion, the jiggles of unbo...
After Felicia had come—again—Felicity rose up over her on the bed. Felicia's moist and so recently sexual body, an image of her own from the outside looking in, was unbelievably sensual to her. She married her hand to Felicia's, all the fingers the same length, the fingerprints nestling together perfect, then moved her fingers up Felicia's wrist, up her arm,...
Peter was lucky in love, as hard as that was to believe. At least, he considered himself so. No matter what grave misfortunes his love life had suffered, how could he consider himself unlucky when he had people like Mary Jane, like Felicia in his life? Then there was Ana, Betty, Debra... it took a lot to make girls like that pale in comparison, but nonethele...
Ivy slept with Harley vined around her. Usually, she thought of herself as a mighty oak, with Harley perhaps a tart fruit growing from her vines. She didn't feel that way now. She felt rootless, unmoored. When Harley cuddled her, her body stung. The sting made her nipples tingle. She detached herself from Harley, fleeing guiltily into the spacious bathroom...
It started out with a fight. She was in Las Vegas, looking for Ben Reilly, had found him fighting a supervillain, and had tried to join in before getting knocked across a city block. She landed spread-eagled on a wall, looked straight up along the massive solidity of the building, and felt her heart begin pounding. Really pounding. A rush of tingling heat sw...