All Chapters of Scarlet Romance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

You are still groggy as you are led onto the catwalk. Bright lights shine in your eyes, leaving the audience shrouded in darkness. You shade your eyes and blink, revealing a sea of male faces leering up at you.You’re cold. They’ve dressed you in a sheer chiffon tunic that clings to your body and provides no warmth. Conscious of the effect of your erect nipples poking through the diaphanous fabric, you raise an arm to cover your chest. A man beside you quickly grabs your wrist and pulls it back down to your side. You look at him fearfully. He’s bald, broad and powerful, his muscles barely contained under his Italian suit. You decide not to antagonize him.This is bad, very bad. It’s hard to think of a positive way to spin the fact that you’ve been abducted from the street, drugged, stripped and washed, then thrown in front of a crowd of evil men. You suppose it’s possible you’re just on America’s Next Top Model, but you doubt it.There’s a slender man in a tuxedo. He speaks into a mic

"What's all this about?" you ask your mother. She's been acting strangely all night."Just go on in, and have a good time," she answers cryptically, gesturing towards the bedroom door.You give her a suspicious look, then open the door. It's dark inside. She gives you a firm push and you stumble into the room. The door clicks shut behind you.Blind, you fumble for the light switch. After a few seconds you find it and flip it on.And your heart skips a beat.There's someone else in the room. It's Claudia James. Yes, the Claudia James. She's tied spread-eagled on the bed, completely naked. You stare at her, taking in every detail of her famous young body. Her big breasts, nipples hard from the cold. Her trim belly, hips and thighs."Are you Drake?" she asks, blinking as her eyes adjust to the light."Claudia James?" you respond. You still can't believe what you're seeing. Claudia James, girl of your dreams, naked and helpless in front of you. Your eyes drop down to her pussy, shaved but

You have known Bridget and her husband Nick for quite a while. She’s cool, but honestly when you hang out with her, you’d rather it be with both of them, because you’re really attracted to Nick. You have found yourself fantasizing about him — usually it involves being somewhere with the four of you, or a bigger group, at a party or an outing where you find yourself alone with Nick for a few minutes and make out to demonstrate that you’re into each other, and then make secret plans to hook up later because you know you want each other. Or one of you meets up with the other couple but have some time alone because someone is early or someone is late.It’s just a girlish crush… or so you thought until recently. You have surprised yourself by thinking of Nick more while masturbating, and being a little more forward and flirtatious when you’re around him, most recently last weekend when you were over at their place for dinner with two other couples. Oh, yeah, you need to get that slow cooke

You return from the bathroom to find that the remaining party guests seem to have scattered around the house. You contemplate leaving but decide to wander down the hallway and see if there is anyone interesting left to talk to.You overhear some female-sounding laughing from a bedroom and duck your head through the doorway. Inside you find Sandra Ben and her friend Laura Dan, lounging shoeless on a queen bed, glasses of red wine in their hands. Their dresses are dishevelled and there’s a lot of nylon-covered leg showing.“Oh, Hi Ryan,” says Sandra, still smiling from the joke they’ve been sharing.“Hi,” you respond. You hesitate, not sure whether you’re intruding. You’re very attracted to Sandra in particular, to the extent that you become quite awkward around her.“Come in,” invites Laura. “We didn’t think there was anyone left.”You join them eagerly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “So what’s so funny?” you ask.The women share a wicked glance with each other, before Sandra reveals

He walked into the room. The smell was a light hint of her perfume. It made him think back, back to all the memories they had created together. He looked at her. Her long brown hair, blue eyes, and smooth milky skin. How beautiful he remembered her from their youth. She was still beautiful, but beauty changes over time. Now it was the beauty of a mature woman. A woman having given birth to his four children. As she leaned over the bassinet of the youngest, his son, he smiled. The way she smiled at their son, the love she gazed upon him. It made her beauty gleam, and he wanted to take her in his arms.It was erotic to him as well. For she stood there, having just bathed, in her black lace tanga panties. Her skin still seemed to shine a little from being wet in the bath. It was as smooth as baby skin with lotion drenching every pore hungering of thirst. The sweet smell of the lotion made his mind sink into smells of pure sexual lust. Every curve he could see, every scent he could smell