Who said smart girls couldn’t be sluts too? Lydia had never understood why the two had to be mutually exclusive. All the vapid whores strutting around in their skimpy designer clothes, they were one thing, but how much more interesting would the world be if they were as intelligent as they were sexy? True, mostsluts could wither wannabe women with a glance or cut down dim-witted men with their viperous
‘Dean?’ Eris said, slinking down the corridor in her attractive black gown. ‘Dean, you down here?’ In the low light of the corridors it was difficult to identify anyone until they were close, but it soon became apparent her husband was not here. Briefly dipping into the antechamber at the end of the corridor she found a few party attendees who had stepped away from the packed ballroom for some
Bodies litter the rooms, draped over furniture and sprawled across the floor in awkward, unnatural positions. Here and there garments lie in tatters, and amongst the human debris are strewn countless upended bottles and shoes abandoned by their owners, the walls and carpets splashed with red stains. The entire building looks like the scene of a massacre; were it not for the fact you had spent the night at the
The first thing Piper felt was a dull ache in her hips. It was a low, subtle sensation, like the throb of a speaker in the next room, and it drew a smile over her thin lips: last night had certainly been one to remember. Then again, the same could be said for every night spent with Johnny. Opening her eyes, she found the man himself still sound asleep beside
Dropping heavily into the leather seat, Maria shivered as she slammed the door. Heavy flakes swirled angrily against the glass, the howl of the wind furious like a beast denied their prey. So grateful of the respite from the foul weather she entirely forgot she was not alone in the car. ‘Cold one tonight,’ said the cabbie, startling her. ‘Oh, yes, it is. Sorry, I was in my own little
The room was dark as they staggered in. Cora startled as the room was suddenly illuminated, strings of multi-coloured fairy lights blinking on, and she vaguely assumed they must have been activated by their presence. She was far too focused on ensuring the contents of her stomach remained inside to pay them much attention though. ‘Woah, not so fast,’ she groaned, gripping onto the edge of a cabinet as the
‘No,’ Helen pleaded, even as a fresh moan rose in her throat, ‘no, please, you have to stop. Nicole, Bev, this isn’t you. You’re ill. Please, I’m your friend, we can get through this together, we –’ The rising moan tore from Helen’s lips as Nicole leaned in to lick her pussy. Combined with Nicole’s relentless pumping of a bulbous dildo into her vulnerable pussy, the sensual cunnilingus sent Helen’s
It’s not like Mitch had been looking for a faerie. Sure, he had heard the legends surrounding his poky little town – legends of how the first settlers had lured in the faeries of the forests and bound them in mortal form – but he had never really believed them. Nobody even knew why the settlers had trapped the faeries in mortal bodies. Some thought it was to steal their
Flopping down onto the sofa, Angela let out a frustrated sigh. The house seemed so empty without Trent around and though other women might have enjoyed the alone time, Angela was not one of them. Then again, she supposed none of those women had a lover as passionate and darkly arousing as hers. They had never come home to find a gag, a butt plug and a latex catsuit on
‘Oh Alistair…’ The lilting voice danced through the trees, cold and mesmerising, a siren’s song. ‘Alistair Ward. Come out and play, Alistair. I promise I won’t kill you. Or perhaps you are already playing. Hide and seek, is that what you want to play with me?’ A burst of melodic laughter filled the air, though there was no warmth to it. Pressed up against the thick trunk of a gnarled
