erotica

Solus walked over to the young brown-haired man and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, ignoring the look of panic he received in return. "You can call me Solus." His golden eyes trailed meaningfully down the mortal's body before he added, softly, "I've been told it's easier to scream.

It's just not as hot without biting, scratching, and spanking, involved.

Rapunzel shivered as she felt the tantalizing warm breath of the leopard and the vibrations from his panting tickle and tease her in such an intimate place.

Tristan looked at me with pleading eyes, as though he could forget for one moment how I was programmed to respond to him__ow even now upon hearing his confession, I wanted nothing more than to suck his beautiful cock to fulfillment, to straddle him right here on the edge of this roof, to let him fuck every orifice he__ created on my body. I fought back the feelings of lust, wondering if I__ ever truly be myself again, if I__ ever be free of the programming.

She lay there like a beautiful lace covered present for the troll with her sweet hands wrapped up in the red bow of Lilith__ red silk thong.

Perhaps, he thought, his Master would only amuse himself with the little pain slut for a little while and then give her back to his faithful servant as an eternal plaything. The ghost chuckled at the thought of what he would do to that little slut if he had all of eternity as he faded away into the undulating mirror and left sweet Angelica to her fate.

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

As Angelica opened up her eyes, she shuddered in fear at the massive animal that was holding her and fondling her body. I have been captured by a Bigfoot, she thought. The natives were right. There are Bigfoots in the jungles of Elysia. Her body stiffened as she tried to twist away and out of the imprisoning arms of the massive creature that was holding her capture.

Sophia took in a deep breath as she prepared to screech up at him angrily like the deep-down angel-bitch she really was. However, as her beautiful violet eyes looked up furiously into the Shepherd__ mesmerizing green eyes, she caught her breath and her body went weak at his masterful handling of her rebellious angel body.

It wasn't awful to be a man's sex object if you wanted to be, if it made you feel good, if everyone was happy in the end.

No use kidding herself. This situation with Jarrod was a slippery slope. She__ had plenty of men since Sam, attractive, well endowed, charming in many ways. Jarrod was different, and she needed to figure out why before she found herself in the middle of stupid. She had a business to think of, people who depended on her for their livelihood, even more people present and future who needed the services she offered. It wasn__ just a job, damn it, it was a mission. No one should be as out of touch with themselves as thoroughly as she had been. For as long.

There's more to the erotic life than explicitness.

You love that, don't you?" I growled. "Being hammered by my cock... you must think you're in... fucking... heaven."Punctuation by cock thrust - the very best kind.

I catch sight of Janice. Her eyes are so full of excitement that I half expect her to jump up and down. This is something she'll never forget, I tell myself. As an old lady with all the spirit knocked out of her and nobody believe in she'll remember a happy day in July when a horny young guy strutted his stuff and made her heart beat fast.

I participate in BDSM, but I wasn't abused as a child. I don't hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it's consensual, it serves a purpose__o get them off__nd they can indicate that they wish me to stop at any time. I do like the power I get from total submission, and the trust that my partner puts in me to give me everything, from her mind to her body, while expecting nothing in return__xcept the understanding that I won't violate that trust.

Silence fills the sweet walk from the park. Our first encounter buzzing between us in the dark winter night. Holding your hand we know the connection, the special bond that has grown between two souls...

When I__ remember this night in weeks, months, or even years, it wouldn__ be the sex. Sex would fade and so would the need to be filled with him, but right now I felt him inscribe his soul around my chest, and the reminder would be there with every beat for as long as I lived.

Among my greatest loves is the act of being pinned and invaded _ not by one, or two or three, but by many, one after the other. What it is to lose yourself among many, so that your identity exists only as __oman_: a goddess of flesh and desire. No names, no promises, no social niceties, no conversational conventions: only lust and fulfillment.__ademoiselle Noire - in The Gentlemen's Club