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Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance RESERVED
The house was one of those old summer homes on the bay: one big room with a porch and two smaller rooms off the back. It was no treat in the winter when the wind blew off the water with a damp chill and the lack of insulation made the house hard to heat, but in the warm weather the rickety house was full of charm. The view was all grandeur: an expanse of water held in the wide curve of the bay, the mountain rising from the foot of the far shore, cloaked now in the brown grasses of summer, with the darker green of oak and bay in the gullies and the lighter green of willows growing in thestreambeds.Jackson didn’t own the house. He was renting. Abigail parked on the road and walked up the narrow drive. Common wrens twittered in the bushes and out in themarsh she could see an egret standing on one leg, stately, looking for lunch in the tall reeds. They were friends. They’d met, had a few beers, gone hiking. She liked him, but she wasn’t sure how much. He hadn’t put on the hard press.
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance NIGHT VISITOR
he comes to him in the deepest hour of the night. His bedroom door opens and there’s a crack of light from the living area, swiftly extinguished as she closes the door. He’s instantly awake, eyes following her shadowy shape as she moves into the room. In the light of a thou- sand stars through the window, he can see she’s wearing a towel wrapped around her body, tucked tightly between her breasts to hold it in place. “Are you okay?” The words lodge in his throat, for she drops the towel. It pools at her feet and she’s naked, gloriously naked. She walks toward him, the dark patch between her thighs mysterious and beckoning. She stands by the bed and her smile is a secret, inward one. Then she’s pulling back the quilt and sliding inside. He can hardly breathe. “Thea,” he says, and then more urgently, “Thea.” The words are stopped in his throat for she’s kissing him as if she’s falling into him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, and her hands, oh, my god, her hands, are on his bo
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Joe paces the floor, and every step illustrates one thing—he’s in control. I, on the other hand, am not.But I can’t let him know that. Not yet.Instead I look at my lover’s broad back as he walks away from me, hating the distance it puts between us. What I want is his body against mine, hard, possessive and unrelenting.The way he looks, so easy in himself, so strong, leaves me awestruck. It always does. His ripped T-shirt is stretched taut over his shoulder blades. The belt on his jeans emphasizes how low they are hanging on his narrow hips—low enough that one finger latched over the belt could ease those jeans down if I wanted to, and I was able. My body thrums with expectation at the very thought of it, but my hands are tied and strung up abovemy head, leaving me unable to pursue the suggestion that is getting me so hot.Joe glances back then looks me up and down. I feel more than naked, I feel raw under his scrutiny. My nipples sting as much from his stare as from the pegs t
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Damn it, we’ve got to get out of this somehow,” Mil said, pacing the sealed white chamber. “And no, Ido not have any handy explosives tucked in my pocket.” To his right, a port twice the size of his head displayed the alien planet below. The wrong alien planet. His hyperspace navigation had turned out to be completely inadequate to their needs.Lenora lounged against the opposite bulkhead, staring up at what was, despite its bizarre design, clearly a monitor: bulbous orange pods followed their every move and vibrated with each word they spoke. She said, “You might as well sit down. There’s no hurry now.”He snarled. “If you recall, they’ve got our ship. The only thing we possess. The only way we have to stay ahead of our former employers.”“These aliens haven’t hurt us.”Yet, Mil thought.As if she’d heard his thought, Lenora made a face at him and said, “There is a way out. Demonstrate the human mating ritual, and they let us go.”Mil threw himself into the only available chai
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Ten more minutes, I thought, glancing around the carnival. Ten minutes and then I can get out of this nightmare and go for a drink. I hauled one of the milk cartons up in front of me, and began stacking the plastic rings from the Ring Toss. This was the last year I’d volunteered for the games. Next year, I’ll sell tickets or something that doesn’t involve snotty kids screaming because they didn’t win a plastic frog. The sky was several shades of amber in the wake of the setting sun. I loved summer. And despite the disaster of this year’s Ring Toss, I always looked forward to the annual Shriners Carnival. I always volunteered. The money went toward revitalizing the parks and play- grounds in the area, places I used to go to when I was a child. Every year held surprises, from the old friends who came back for the night, to the local celebrities who turned up in support. Last year, we had an Emmy Award winner perform an impromptu concert. This year, my surprise was the very reason I ne
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Thrill the competition
It’s not much fun giving a blow job,” Taryn remarks over the noisy gush of heat hitting my hair. “AlthoughI think every lesbian feels that way, don’t you?”“Only if they can speak from experience,” I reply, wincing as Taryn continues to torture my tresses. Taryn winces, too—for an entirely different reason. “And I seri- ously doubt that the judges are going to inquire about my sex life, oral or otherwise, during the interview.”“Agreed.” She puts down the blow-dryer and picks up a hairbrush. “A better question would be: why did you get involved in beauty pageants?”I smirk. The answer is out of the question. I got involved in beauty pageants because I wanted to meet girls. I could care less about the sash or the cash or the crown that glitters like a dinner plate in an advertisementfor dishwashing soap. That doesn’t mean I don’t take pageantry seriously. It just means that I’m not in it to win it.I used to think pageants were sideshows, populated with aspiring anchorwomen who
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance If you know where to look
Ihate being here.I hate sleeping in this bed, Clark’s marriage bed,sleeping on his wife’s side while she’s away on business and waking up face-to-face with the knickknacks and nail polish on her bedside table.And the baby oil! Why wouldn’t Clark have put that away before I came? Why the hell would I want to be reminded that he has sex with her too? More puzzlingly, why do I jump at every opportunity to stay the night?Well, that question has an easy answer: it’s the wake- up call that keeps me coming back. It’s his arms circling my body before the sun comes up, when I’m still warm with sleep. He kisses my shoulder, walks his fingers down my belly, and I’m sold. I’ll put up with any amount of heartache if it means getting fucked first thing in themorning.My pussy’s never wet when he finds it, so Clark burrows under the covers to turn me on in the most effi- cient way possible. Spreading my legs, he situates himself between them and dives at the apex of my thighs. I don’t know
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Eye of the beholder
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Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Cookie
Renata climbs the stairs from the dungeon, brushes aside the leather curtain, and looks around. Tonight she doesn’t need a fancy station. She only needs a quietcorner and a chair. This room will do nicely.She takes a seat against the wall. Like a lioness crouched by a watering hole, she watches the snack table across the room. People come, people go. Then her patience pays off. Vicki’s red latex minidress and stiletto ankle boots identify her. She’s trying to drink a Coke with one hand while holding a chocolate-chip cookie with the other. It’s awkward with the cuffs. Renata strides over and presses herself against Vicki’s back.“When’s your break over?” “Now.” Vicki lowers her snack. “Good. Keep the cookie.”A hand on Vicki’s biceps, Renata propels her across the room. Vicki’s ass and boobs jiggle under the low-cut latex. The ankle cuffs mean she has to shuffle quickly to keep up. By the time they get to Renata’s chair, Vicki’s breathing hard.Renata drops Vicki’s arm and sits,
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Cuckold's nest
He was young and his cock was as hard as a steel rod. No foreplay was necessary. He took off his clothes and, bang: hard and ready. Not like your sad, little caged protuberance. I can’t imagine you were ever like that, were you?” She shook her head in mock sadness as she gazed at Bob. He knelt, naked, with the exception of the chastity device affixed to his cock andballs. He yawned, silently. “Does this bore you?”“Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more.“And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat.Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”“Look, Barbara,” Bob stood up. “I just don’t think th
