In the year 2012, Sophie Swift was confused. She'd felt an irresistible compulsion to go inside a mansion, where she'd met a man and girl. The man had told her that this girl was his genie, and that he was giving her to him. And now all that was left was a lamp, sat on the floor. She approached it with caution, not really understanding what was happening. Sh...
Es ist Freitag,13:15 Uhr und sie stehst in der S-Bahn nach Hause! Sie trägst einen Rock aus dünnem schwarzen Stoff und eine weiße Bluse die fast durchsichtig ist und sie deswegen noch einen Blazer darüber trägst! Wie so oft trägst sie mal wieder keinen Slip unter ihrem Rock und den BH hast sie auch heute nicht an, weil sie das Gefühl so unter die Leute zu ge...
For the next several hours Kate and I explored each other, whispering comments of delight at each new discovery, and raising each other to higher and ever higher plateaux of ecstasy. Kate was an instinctive lover who, from her starting point of almost total innocence, grew rapidly to teach us both to communicate our needs and desires more openly and honestly...
The first moments of awakening were quite pleasant. Argunthal was more than ready for another day in the city, full of energy to- right. He was most certainly not at home. Rolling over, he saw a familiar figure gnawing at a roll, sitting on a stool by the side of the bed. "How long was I asleep?" "Two hours, maybe? Time gets odd down here." "I'll say." Ar...
NOTE: This story contains interracial sex and sex between an early twenties women and older man/men (50+). If such topics offend you then please do not continue reading. Regarding what is defined as "old age": in Tanzania, where this story is based, 50's is considered old because the average life expectancy for a male is about 59! ***** Maya Schönarsch was...
The lovely female musicians were all of a similar beauty. They had been chosen by the sultan with the care and vanity of a teamster assembling a match-set of chariot horses. Dark-haired, olive-skinned, large-eyed and full-lipped. Each dressed in flowing white robes, with gold hems. As they played their strings, cymbals, and pipes from their golden shell al...
(Revised 8/24/2020) Some readers might not find this a comfortable read. Yes, there's eroticism. Yes, there's sex. But there's also mental anguish, pain, fear, overwhelming joy, and heartbreak. As you read this, think of yourself as someone sitting and listening to a monologue. Maybe you're a counselor or a very, VERY trusted friend . . . or something els...
As we continued our tour of the Castle, Kurt led me down a long spiral staircase deep under the main building. At the bottom of the stairs there was a dimly lit hallway with rooms on either side. Each of the roughly hewn doors had bars in small window openings. It was obvious these rooms were jail cells. Our footsteps echoed on the slate stone floor as we wa...
*** I think that many odd loves were built in war-torn Europe. I don't have numbers or anything to back up my feeling, but I think it happened more often there than it did in other theatres of that global conflict. If I'm right, then they were sorely needed as tiny bright spots in a very dark time. It might have said something about me that it took me a c...
© 2007 by Thrillerauthor For those who missed A Murder Misstery, Matt McCoy -- now Maddy -- is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....as the saga continues, Maddy's train is just pulling into Amsterdam. By the author of The Jessica Project. * I woke up with a start to polite but persistent tapping on the door of my first...