God-like, she creates worlds. Characters are conceived and detailed down to their flaws. Meticulously, they're placed into scenarios where their emotional dynamics entertain the audience. Then, they fuck. Sometimes, that’s all they do is fuck. Sex in different ways, different times, different positions; dirty, sensual, loving. Just. Fucking. Carnal. Their performance is usually compelling, most times arousing. Oftentimes...

Resolute.  A word she had always associated with the admiration of one’s spirit, except when it was spoken by her estranged father. She was not at all surprised by his ability to spin it sideways. He’d called her ‘dangerously resolute’ during one of their many arguments. It effectively planted a seed in the recesses of her then adolescent mind. Buried deep and rooted, it eventually grew into an obsession.  She had dismiss...

The lower stateroom reeked of sex. Jonas was asleep in the cramped bunk above her. She lay on her back, eyes closed, awake but just barely. Her unsatisfied pussy remained wet; candy-apple fingernails toyed through the wanton mess.  Kara didn't notice the boat shift as the beast’s girth slid aboard. Several purple-spotted appendages snaked across the teak deck as if they recognized and sought her scent. Twitching tips inch...

My wife started talking in her sleep. At first, it scared me. Full coherent sentences piercing the predawn night. As I got used to it, the one-sided conversation began to intrigue me. In fact, there’s one story she tells quite often of a girl she met at the university where she teaches.  “Pretty young thing,” she mumbles. “Intellect as beautiful as her body. Perky breasts, athletic legs and ass. Reminds me of when we were...

The rumble snapped Fauna’s attention ― horse hooves pounding into hardened earth. She cautiously peered down from her cave; a cliffside hideaway perched more than ten meters above the forest floor.  A golden misty glow surrounded four horsemen who came to a halt directly below. Three had crossbows at the ready while the fourth lit their path with an oil lamp. The steeds, clad in royal garb, stamped and reared nervously in...

Another purple sunrise, I’ve seen too many to count. I used to think that this time of the morning held magic. The way the sun momentarily stays hidden behind the horizon, sending up her rays in a lavender ombre canopy bidding the stars to rest. Like the details of a finished canvas. Now, the brilliance is mostly a reminder of a fast-paced lifestyle that is probably unsustainable. Probably. As the colors filter in through...

The memories in her head had texture. A honey-drop flame releasing wax in rivulets of smoothly chaotic trails, unique and vivid. She fed them to her starved mind. Restraints, clamps, the tease of a razor-sharp edge. Recollections of orgasms she’d only ever experienced in the hands of such a skilled lover. A world of balance where pain she never thought could be erotic was seared into subconscious folds by the follow of pl...

bodies snake-coiled heat of passion glistens hardening flesh   morals disheveled clothes strewn about symphonic three-way thresh   scratches light tongues ignite wet with delight   the air grows heavy thick, dewy folds pierced by phallus’ warm and cold   pulses surge razor-sharp edge moans tumble   fingers fumble whose is whose you choose   bites under breaths coming in sets tenderness marked   fire licks wax dripping sea...

“Sometimes I think you love that typewriter more than me,” she mused, bent over, caressing his shoulders. “I have a deadline, baby. Fuckin’ editor wants a piece about these poppies and I got nothing.” She swung around to straddle where he was sitting cross-legged. Scarlett-painted fingertips lifted her pale-yellow sundress. Her pussy, eye-level and glistening with arousal. She peered down to him and pinched her bottom lip...

By the time I was twenty-nine I’d been scorned enough to know better. But I was weak and she was everything missing. It started off innocent, flirtatious bar-banter. Seductive glances that were blind to the diamond glint. Then we were alone and my arousal was nursing the sting of torn skin. Her cigarette-flavored tongue was buried deep between lips that could not taste. She took my mind to places I’d fantasized about so o...

“I know what your pets don’t,” she whispers, tracing fingers over the ropes. “What do y–” “I know... you ache.” Her teeth drag across his rigidity, drooling down the twitching shaft. Balls remain cinched-up. “Please...” “I know,” she repeats, sitting down in his sightline. Two fingers heatedly find her cunt; he watches. Smiling, she pulls them out to hover her glazed pungence over his lips; now fumbling for words that nor...

The King declared: “He who finishes first shall wed my daughter!” Twelve men circled, cocks in hand. Princess Gweneth silently cheered for Rico. His manhood seemed to have been crafted by God Himself. Gweneth knew of the contest. For weeks, she and Rico had sneaked to the hayloft to savagely fuck. Oral, anal, doggie-style, every which way, giving him plenty of mental-fodder for the event. Smiling as the men stroked, she e...

I stare at it from across the room; cock my head and look at it sideways. I even kneel down, squint my eyes tight, and twist my chin this way and that before finally shaking my head in confusion. “Nope. I don’t see it. Like, at all.” “Sh’right there!” Cassie yelps with a slur. “You’re telling me, with a straight fucking face, you see a vagina in that bean bag chair?”  “Mhmm. Right there! Clear as day. Look.” Cassie wobble...

Svana loved to paint. She used to love fucking too, but when she was twenty-three she turned sex into her main source of income and the passion for it diminished quickly. So, painting became her treasure, one she vowed to always protect from the evils of societal economic persuasions. All of her works were displayed in the living room; sparse furnishings accompanying them throughout. An old and dusty TV sat unused in the...

Your eyes are the last thing I see before the light fades. They sear into my memory, like staring at a candle’s flame and seeing its silhouette painted against the back of my closed lids. Quiet, confident emerald-green irises with hidden stories. Secrets only I know. You affix the scarf with elegance and precision, a gentle touch to match the prim and proper facade. Your scent wafts off the material and elicits immediate...