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Vanilla Moon

The moonlight throws half your smile into shadow, but I kiss the illuminated corner chastely, keeping my tongue from probing. You are still, responding with tenderness to my lips. It fires me more. I want you to hurt me. But beneath the silk of your gentle nature is a fierce wolf...

Antianeiera

Amazons. The feared race of women who prey upon men. We had all heard stories of their prowess, their ferocity. And their cruelty. ...

And yet we are fascinated. The Antianeira are unashamed of their nakedness, for in their eyes, we are lower than insects. Their bodies are lean, etched in the markings of their tribe. Their breasts are full, their skin olive in tone. Their hair is dark; although the tallest women among them are possessed of fair tresses....

A guttural sound emanates from her throat, feral in its tone and intention. The she-warrior moves herself farther down my body, pulling her breast from my hesitant touch. The curtain of her hair obscures her face. A moment later, her mouth envelops me, and I am lost.

The Rosary

She softened further, desperation coloring her response. Emboldened by her despair, he dropped his rosary from its rightful place in his hand and wended his arms around the woman who lay against the altar. She could sense a panic in his body, in the tremors of his mouth. He caught her to him, ten years of rigid self-control unraveling themselves in this moment, like threads cut by a clumsy seamstress. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders, his hands pressed against the barriers of her wet clothing, and he lifted her onto the altar.

Just Friends

I nodded. "Yes. It just feels really good." He laughed gently and went on in earnest, silent and focused. My friend soon slid his hands around my waist and drew me back into him. I lay across his lap for a long while, his hands trailing slowly across my ribcage, and we talked of light things, of unrelated topics. We'd already admitted that there had been attraction between us when we'd first met, and so I found the gentle touch of his hands just an extension of this fact.

His fingers soon glided to my breasts, which he massaged gently, grinning down at me. I closed my eyes at the sensation, purring with delight. Encouraged by this, he slid his hand beneath the waistband of my jeans, exploring.