Sexy Stories: 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Jake Sawyer

Jake Sawyer by Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC RomWords@gmail.com

Personal Diary: Jake Sawyer, Field Botanist and Anthropologist

X stardate

My ship landed with minimal damage despite losing the comlink with the station right before entry into the atmosphere. The planet looks to be as we thought. Capable of supporting life. I’m sure I’ll encounter some life forms soon.

I have set up a camp to do some research and small experiments with the botanicals here. There are endless varieties. I need to weed out the ones that are too similar to what we already have in our knowledgebase.

Although I have the water and food generator, I will be okay should anything happen to those. There is ample water supply here. I risked a taste earlier. An irresponsible move, yes, but it reminded me of home.

It’s been six years since I’ve been back. It doesn’t usually bother me. But that stream I saw brought back memories of skinny dipping in the woods and then my first time. Nothing like thinking about sex to bring humanity back to the forefront.

X stardate There are some fierce creatures here. My skill with the laser gun has proved invaluable. And they say scientists don’t need to be marksmen.

X stardate I’m not sure how to characterize today. It was certainly a first contact like I have never encountered before. Or read about.

She was human-like. Just like a female human except for her tail and blue skin. I suspect she had been watching me for some time now. She presented herself without malice or defense. Eager to bring friendly relations to this tiny, almost forgotten planet, I did the same.

She stared at me intently, as if she was fascinated by what she saw. I was glad because I was doing the same thing. She was almost nude with only a small leather patch covering her nether regions. But her breasts were beautiful.

It made me think about how amazing it is to find so many humanoid creatures out in the universe. And to think, our ancestors on earth thought they were the only ones. --In this wide open space with so many planets that we will certainly never explore them all. But I was lucky enough to get to explore this one. This little planet that presented itself to me in the form of an amazingly attractive blue humanoid creature with breasts that hung like pearl drop earrings and nipples that pointed slightly upward.

She walked around me, staring. I stood still, letting her be in charge. Honestly, I was rock hard and didn’t know if she understood what was making my pants stick out. I thought being submissive at first would be the best route. While she was behind me she put her hand on my shoulder and then her fingers in my hair. I had just washed in the hydrochamber that morning.

She came back around, much closer now. She brought her face to my neck and smelled me, then put her hands on my skin there. There was grunting and she seemed to want to see the rest of my skin but didn’t understand buttons. She grew angry very quickly so I ripped my shirt off in order to keep her attention. It was at about this point that my thinking became much less scientific.

I was going to cum just looking at her painted body. I kept imagining her with her blue legs spread and me fucking the shit out of her. I may be a scientist, but I’m also a man. It’s one of the reasons I like to explore alone-- so I can sample the female species of each planet. They are almost always open to it. Occasionally, I bring my partner from the station back down if there is something he absolutely must experience-- for sciences’ sake, of course.

She tugged at my pants as if she wanted these off, too. Her breasts were right there! What would the paint on her body taste like? What does her sweat smell like? Is she pleasured the same as female humans? Does the tail have any erogenous zones?

Before I could figure out the answers to these questions, she had my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My cock bobbed up and down from the motion. It was bulging. Using every bit of my willpower, I kept my hands at my sides. This one had an intensity to her. I did not want to set her off and ruin my potential enjoyment as well as hers. But she just stood there staring at my penis, in all its red glory.

After a couple of minutes with no movement from either of us, I took a chance. I didn’t touch her, but I did stroke my cock. Her tail started whipping around behind her as I did this. She met my eyes and I saw wonder in them.

I motioned for her to touch it. Tentatively, she reached out and gripped my cock with her small, blue hand. Her hand was hot to the touch. Our bodies were very close, but not touching. She copied my motion. I smiled, grateful for her attention.

Her tits wiggled with her motion. God, I wanted to suck them so bad. Her shapely body was so feminine and beautiful. I could only imagine how wet she was, if she truly was similar in nature to humans. She kept stroking me back and forth and seemed to smile at my pleased reaction.

Feeling a little more confident now, I pointed to my tongue, cock, and then her. I was afraid my little charades might take away from the moment but she understood immediately.

She was on her knees, smelling all around my cock as she gripped it and moved her hand up and down my shaft. She seemed satisfied after ten seconds or so and her extremely hot and wet mouth was on my helmet. The sensation was erotic.

Here I was, on a planet I had never been on, getting my cocked sucked by a native in my first week here. If only all of my sideline conquests were this easy. This blue creature was getting me off because I asked her to. This is definitely a friendly race.

Her mouth went further down and she sucked me hard. Really hard. Almost too hard. I didn’t want to her to stop though, so I went with it, trying not to grimace as she licked and sucked and jacked.

I still hadn’t touched her. God I wanted to. I tried to focus all that want into my mind and concentrate on her alien blow job. Was she dripping? Could I fuck her next? Argh, my mind was going to explode before my cock!

She licked up and down bottom of my dick and paused for about thirty seconds to actually play with my balls like a little girl. They were about halfway up at this point, thankfully, or I think I might have lost her. Finally, she came back to my cock and got back to work. I wanted to grab her hair and push her harder up on my cock. To fuck her mouth.

That was the thought that did it, that put me over the top. My jism squirted in the back of her hot mouth. I groaned with my eyes shut. I could hear her choking. I guess I should have pulled out.

She had stopped and was putting two fingers inside her mouth, sweeping around. She pulled them out and was looking at a small amount of my white cum on her fingertips. She sniffed it. Then licked it tentatively. I motioned forward for her to go ahead and taste the rest. I might as well set that as the standard up front. She swallowed it but made a face, indicating it wasn’t her favorite.

I was finished and just stood there, naked, my half hard cock still sticking out. It was gleaming from the juices from her mouth. I reminded myself that I had to find out why her mouth was so hot. What was their resting temperature? I bent down to pull up my pants and she stepped back startled. I put my hands up put her at ease and my pants dropped back down. I pointed to them. Honestly, I meant that I was going to pull them up but she had leaned down, her breasts hanging and was bringing them back up for me.

I helped her with the zipper and found that she loved that. I let her play with my zipper for a good ten minutes, not wanting to end our interaction.

She did end it though. Abruptly and with confusion on my part. She gave me a smile and darted away as quickly as she had come into my camp. I hope this is not the last time I see her.

THE END

Jake Sawyer By Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Tyler Campbell

Tyler Campbell by Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com

He’d been walking for close to a day. He lost the large group of slugs that followed him out of town early that morning and had yet to find a working vehicle.

Thankfully, stores were still stocked with food and water. That wasn’t the issue most days. It was the ever-undying lying in wait around the corner of every aisle in every abandoned store that made life inconvenient if not difficult.

Tyler Campbell’s life used to be golden. He was 32. Successful and happy by almost every standard. Good looking, strong, smart. He had a certain charm that attracted beautiful women and investors alike. The world was so much his oyster, it was a cliche.

Then that same world went all to hell. And took all the money and the girls with it. Honestly, he used to love the money more than the girls.

But now.

Now, what he wouldn’t give to touch a sweet smelling woman with breasts he could squeeze and a pussy that would welcome him with clenching muscles.

He’d had one a couple of weeks back and now every time his thoughts drifted towards girls or sex she popped back in his brain.

Sara, her name was. She was being kept as a slave. The men at the mansion/compound were friendly with him up until he suggested giving her a little more freedom.

They’d let him have an hour with her his third night there.

She was clean and pretty and naked and hostile. He could hear through the door of the bedroom of the vast mansion those commandos had claimed as their own the hoots and hollers chastising her and rooting him on.

When she finally turned around and looked at him, her entire demeanor changed. She became the siren they said she was and that he had been dreaming about for months.

He guessed she was friendly because he wasn’t familiar. But he didn’t think about it too hard because the loneliness was oppressive and he wanted it gone.

She was all lips, hands, and breasts, and hips. He came after his third stroke inside her. But she pretended not to notice, he guessed, and twenty minutes later, he was close again.

It was then that she first whispered in his ear. They had been going in and out for a while with no words to the point where he had let his mind go under a bit to enjoy her and nothing else, to enjoy this kind and cruel gift he’d been given.

It took him a minute to register her words, clumped together as they were as hurried, breathless whispers in his ear.

Something me. That was all he could make out.

He was getting close. His mouth moved down to her nipple, entranced as he was by her body. She clenched and pumped under him, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly--almost to the point of pain.

He pounded. And concentrated. A second orgasm didn’t seem to just happen for him like it did back in the other world. Out of practice, he guessed.

He felt it growing inside him, clawing up through him, filling him with that urgent, anticipating need that laid the track for the freight train of lustful explosion to follow.

He pummeled her, vaguely aware of her moans beneath him, and the muffled sounds behind the door, her groping hands.

This bohemian lady in a messed up world was wet. And enjoying him right back.

The thought of shared desire and togetherness, of connection, struck him hard, sending him over the edge.

Suddenly, her hands gripped his face, forcing him to look at her eyes that were screaming at him.

In their blue depths he was stuck as he let his seed spill inside her. He wanted to close his eyes, savor the lucky surprise this day had given him.

But he couldn’t.

She stared and he stared as his body shuddered and exquisite relief pulsed through him.

It couldn’t ride itself out into oblivion as had been his nature in the old world. Not because of the zombies, not because the men waiting outside the door. Not because of the total disarray that had become his future.

But because of her eyes. In them he saw light, intelligence, beauty, and pain all wrapped up in one piercing look while he came inside her.

As if to add another sense to the message of who she was, she pulled his head down beside hers and whispered in his ear the words that have haunted him ever since.

“Help me.”

THE END

Tyler Campbell

By Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Friday, August 6, 2010

Newborn Frenzy by Kendall Swan

I headed to Lotus' loft to check in there. Announce my return, I guess. More like my sad acceptance.

No.

Numb. Stick with numb.

Lotus' place was empty of vamps except for Brittany who let me in. Her welcoming smile made me ache. The fact that a kindness so trivial would run so deep warned me how depleated I was.

She brought me up to speed as she made me lunch. Vaden wasn't mad about me leaving, or at least he never mentioned it.

But he did sample the entire roster of rotation girls while I was gone. Guilt swept over Brit as she said this since that clearly meant she had been with Vaden, too.

"Don't worry about it," I offered. "I'm the one who left. I couldn't handle it."

Fresh tears prepared to fall--no, no.

Remember, numb.

"What else?" I asked.

"Chloe's been turned. That night. She's still down in the bedroom. I don't know if she said yes to this or not before Lotus changed her but all of them had a good time with her while she's been out."

"All of them?"

"Yes. Including Hank and Percy." Brit leaned in as if weary in the empty apartment.

"Between you and me, I think it was Vaden's idea. Don't take that the wrong way. It's just that...Lotus doesn't normally share. And Vaden raged so much that night. I think it was Lotus' concession to Vaden--that they all get to have her during the change."

Vaden's attitude about Chloe's change and my being blindsided by it so violently all came rushing back. I struggled to maintain the precarious hold I had on reality.

"Vaden's not for changing Chloe. Doesn't bode well for the rest of us, does it?"

Brit and I commisserated in silence for a moment.

A shriek from the back hallway sliced through the silence and brought us back to the very sharp edge of the present.

Chloe, magnificent, glowing, and nude tore through the doorway into the large, open loft area. Her eyes were wild.

There was a split second when danger registered before she was on us. Hot pain shot from the back of my head as Chloe's cement arms had Brit and I on the floor. She moved beyond the abilities of my slow - human - eyes.

Oh, fuck.

Danger, risk of death at the hands of a vamp--these things fade over time. You become complacent, not fully appreciating all that's at stake. Also gone is a measure of the thrill from being in their presence. That is not missed, however, when compared to the power of intimacy with such a lethal creature.

The vampires coming out into society did not bring these states. Humans have been plenty dangerous to other humans for millenia. But a psychopathic cop or a serial killer slasher, while interesting, do not combine hope and beauty with danger. They are ugly, not alluring.

Chloe had us down. She would drink us dry. That I wouldn't get to see Vaden again lingered in the back of my mind, trying to break through. Consequences didn't matter to her. She was a new vamp, after all. She would have us and there was nothing my feeble human body could do to stop it.

Her fangs sank into my neck in a familiar yet distinctly different way than Vaden's. The bite was smoother.

She drank and my body betrayed me. My pussy was instantly wet. My one free arm flailed and scratched. I was going to die in the arms of a vamp--only not the one I imagined.

I felt Chloe's fangs slide out and her body shift towards Brit. Brit's moan told me Chloe drank from her now.

This was my chance. If there was ever a time to leave the luscious, succulent arms of a vampire, it was now.

I had barely moved a hard fought inch when Chloe's arm pressed tightly against my body and angled down between my legs. She pinned me.

Fluttering fingertips short circuited my escape plan. My will was succumbing to the will of a new girl vampire.

The hand of a girl was nothing new to me. I grew up with that in Texas with Pru. It was the only way girls were able to play around since vamps came out.

But a female vamp, this was new. Guilt showed its head then ducked away as I gave into her playing.

Brit's body was arching while Chloe drank. I saw Chloe's other hand between Brit's legs. Chloe was playing with us both.

Two fingers slipped inside me. I could do nothing but receive her lust.

I was alive. For now.

She hadn't drained us yet. She was enjoying us. Maybe it wasn't our lives she wanted but our sex.

Chloe seemed insatiable. Taking us. At the same time.

I heard a whir of air and hot warmth coated my clit as fingers went deeper inside my ultra wet pussy.

Chloe's tongue rounded my clit over and over ramping up my own lust with each flick.

I had entered Lotus' loft full of despair, accepting my lack of options. That resignation had sat heavy on my bones.

Chloe working her new vampire magic on my whole being eviscerated that load. Destroyed it.

Sexual need built in my womb, culling me back from the metaphorical dead. That I still might end up actually dead concerned me very little.

In this moment, being incapacitated by this brand new vampire playing with my clit invigorated me--reminded me what I love about sex and vampires.

Chloe left my clit to lick up Brit's. I heard her immediate orgasm crawl out of her as if it had been trapped there the whole time, waiting.

We were no longer being held down by Chloe. Neither Brit or myself moved.

Brit's body rubbed against the side of my as it writhed. Chloe's fingers were still inside me, swooping around playfully as she brought more and more joy to Brit.

Sharing this moment with Brit, not getting the sweetness of Chloe to myself-- this didn't bother me.

Unexpectedly.

As seemingly gracious as I've been over the years with sharing myself and my lovers, it has never been my first choice.

My hand found Brit's breast and sqeezed. She moaned in response to my pulling her nipple. I did the same to my own.

In one second I was enjoying this slow build. In the next, Chloe's head was between my legs again shooting electric currents through me with her tongue.

Molten heat grew.

Then exploded.

Sending wave after wave across me, into me. My body was a filament, an instrument through which Chloe's magic reverberated.

This continued back and forth between Brit and me before Chloe ordered us to pleasure her together. The order was unnecessary and sexy. We complied with enthusiasm.

Brit made out with Chloe, kissing her gently then rough, while I did the same with her new vampire crotch. She smelled sweet like candy and her skin was soft and pliable the deeper inside I went.

I had my thumb in her puckered ass while my four fingers fucked her pussy.

She was beyond wet and came every minute or so for an hour. She was like this perfect instrument I could play with no practice required. It was heady, indeed.

She brought a few more out of me as well as Brit.

I was perched, licking and finger fucking Chloe's sensitive vampire clit, my ass sticking up in the air, Brit occassionally coming around to fingerfuck and lick me. A wonderful experience in the list of life experiences.

And, yet.

My ass sticking in the air, I craved a big cock. A big vampire cock.

Vaden's cock.

My lust with Chloe and Brit immediately muted at the thought of Vaden. Our playing was reaching a natural end so my change in mood went mainly unnoticed. We splayed out and over each other on the floor.

Chloe spoke first, "You two need to have this. It is...incomparable. There is no reason you shouldn't be vamps like me. You are residents. You are loved. You definitely are not out making babies all the time.

"Especially you, Lexi. You are as much a part of the coven as I am now."

Chloe would have kept going if I had not interrupted her. "Vaden will never change me. He hates that Lotus changed you. He's jealous of you and doesn't want girls in the coven."

"Ah, but that is because he doesn't know about the mutation. You've heard about it-- all the skirmishes with female vamps--we are much stronger now. Something has changed. No one knows what but we are the strongest beings on earth. That changes things."

I had heard rumblings like everyone else. What Chloe was saying made Vaden's reaction more understandable, if not any better. Only, unlike Chloe, I didn't think her being different somehow, stronger especially, would change anything. It would only make it worse with him.

"So you are, like, super strong now? What can you do?" Brit asked.

"I don't know, yet. I woke up, came out here and was completely overcome by you two. You both looked so...tasty. I couldn't resist."

Brit and I traded pleased looks. It always feels good to be wanted by a vampire.

"I have to go now. Go see what I can do." Chloe looked admiringly at her new body. That would have seemed arrogant if I wasn't doing the same thing.

"Tell them I'll be back tomorrow. I don't want to make any mistakes nearby. Percy is not the forgiving type."

And with that Chloe escaped to the bedroom. A blur later and she was out the door, into the city.

THE END

Newborn Frenzy

By Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Vampire Life

Vampire Life by Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

The redhead’s blue eyes tried their hardest to look coy despite the fuckme outfit and the obvious fact they were checking me out in one of the most ‘busy’ covens in Manhattan.

I’ve enjoyed my coven, if you could call it that. In the last 20 years since vampires ‘came out’, the mystical association of vampires to that word doesn’t much apply any more.

Nowadays, vamps hanging out together isn’t that different from any other group spending time together. Although it could be better likened to a group of black people in the 1950’s-- the prevailing attitude being that we were not to be trusted and our usefulness was almost eclipsed by our danger. It was like that, yes.

Our coven, our group was more like a harem. That was nice.

There was always a willing girl around when I wanted one. And while I don’t want as much as some (Vaden and Tristan in particular), I do want. Oh, yes.

The redhead and the blond she came with looked ripe. I’ve only been a vampire for three years. I used to regret my decision-- a decision made out of teen angst and sexual frustration.

The sexual frustration part had been blown to bits a thousand times over. I get more pussy, vampire and human, than I ever could’ve as a human. Our naturally alluring characteristics account for most of that. Along with our incredible stamina due to being frozen in time.

It’s not just the idea of being with a vamp that the girls love-- we’re actually sex gods. Our bodies don’t feel hot and we don’t impregnate. But we don’t have to worry about clogged arteries, ED, beer bellies, or balding heads. And our cocks are hard for at least half of our waking hours. Which, of course, is all the time. So, we fuck a lot.

Speaking of hard ons, both girls were eyeing mine and giggling. They were still young enough to pull off the giggle, just barely. I gave them the requisite swarthy look and spread my legs. I stretched my arms out on the leather couch, welcoming them to partake. If only this were enough for me. If only existential angst didn’t follow me into my new existence.

Looking around Lotus’ spacious loft apartment, I saw close to 15 vamps and even more humans, most of them female--which made sense since most of the vamps present (and all of them in our group/coven) were male.

This was the norm. I tried keeping girls around for more than a month or two. I actually do try to be respectable despite my associations. Sadly, they either become intimidated by our ‘lifestyle’ or else become enamored with it and join in the rotation. I tend to stay away from the rotation girls. The desperation doesn’t turn me on as it does others.

Finally, the new girls headed towards me and sat on either side. I sat with a polite smile. They’re much more willing if I let them make the first move. Occasionally, if I’m in the mood for a challenge, I’ll talk one into it. It’s not needed most of the time.

The loft was filled with loud music, low, multi-colored lighting, and a smoky haze. There was always alcohol and X available for the humans. Plenty of couches and a couple of mattresses in the corners.

I could hear the familiar cry of pain and pleasure from the corner across from me and my new girls. Vaden loved shoving Lexi against walls when they fucked. And for some reason, despite her extreme beauty, she didn’t seem to mind taking it.

On their usual couch near the back of the apartment by the floor to ceiling glass wall that showed the busy, dark world below, Lotus, the head of our group, and his longtime love Chloe (who was still human, much to her dismay) fucked. They switched off according to their usual three positions. Nothing original tonight.

The redhead and blond beside me followed my eyes to them. They were as mesmerized as much as I was by the displays. The couplings were only two of the many going on in various stages in the loft tonight. Staying in to party often meant copious amounts of fucking (and the occasional ‘making love’).

I felt the redhead’s hand on my stiff cock over my jeans. The blond’s hand was rubbing my chest. We continued to watch Chloe and Lotus. Their sex was not the most elegant. However, they had a grace that only comes from lust, love, and familiarity.

The missing pockets of urgency were replaced with tenderness, an uncommon and beautiful sight in this loft.

Lotus’ extremely large build hovered over Chloe’s nude body, touching her erect nipples with the skin of his chest. He alternated between hard fucking and soft, long strokes.

I felt a pair of hands on my bare cock. Another hand cupped my balls. I continued surveying the sex acts already in session around the loft. The girls would get my full attention soon enough.

Lexi’s cries brought my gaze back to her and Vaden. Lexi’s lithe little body was being bent over and fucked from behind. Vaden licked the blood from the scrapes on her back as he pummeled her. His hands flew over her pale body stopping only to grip her hanging tits that were the size of apples.

Vaden’s mouth went to Lexi’s ear, licked and whispered. Vaden motioned beyond my couch. Soon, a tall, lanky vampire named Hank sauntered over to the fornicating couple.

“My gift to you....enjoy,” Vaden proclaimed, pulling his cock out of Lexi’s hole.

Lexi looked back, briefly smiled at Hank. She quickly looked away, swaying her hips, probably to distract from the disappointment I thought I glimpsed on her face.

Hank is kind of nerdy like me, but he commands respect because of his position as one of the enforcers for Percy, the head guy here in the city. While having never met Percy, his reputation of being old and ruthless preceded him. I wasn’t sure what made Hank so effective in his role. But Vaden’s deference to him made me figure I didn’t want to find out.

Hank gripped his already hard shaft and positioned it at Lexi’s waiting pussy hole. Thankfully, she’d braced herself or else she would have been thrown forward. As it was, she took it, and him, all the way.

I loved watching Lexi being fucked the most, except when Vaden was throwing her against walls. I wasn’t into that type of thing. She used to be a rotation girl but Vaden kept her for himself now--except for visiting executives, you could say.

When a mouth enveloped my helmet, I looked down. I saw blond hair bounce in my crotch as a another mouth covered mine. The red head kissed me hard. She was not willing to wait for my attention. I hadn’t even noticed when she pulled my pants down, so entranced was I by the live sex shows in front of me.

My tip hit the back of the blond’s throat. She pushed it beyond through the little hole in her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in. Still, she held me there. The muscle moved up and down my tip as her body tried to fight back against her intentions. I thrust my hips up, pushing my cock even deeper inside this not so innocent girl.

I ripped the red head’s shirt off to get to her luscious bosom. She whined a little. My hand between her legs shut her up. I don’t need to rip things to get off. But the girls get super slick when I do, they love it so much.

I squeezed her mountainous breasts together. They were the palest of pale including the nipples which were barely noticeable by color alone. I squeezed and twisted them to give them some color.

I had to fuck those breasts. It was all I could do to not rip my cock out of the blond’s throat. I pulled her head up with as much gentle care as I could muster. Faster than the girls knew what was happening I was straddling the red head’s chest as she fell back on the couch.

The spit was still on my bulging cock from the blond’s mouth. I jacked myself a few strokes until the red head caught on. She pushed her tits together making an altogether different and beautifully squishy passage for my member.

The blond rose to kiss me. I kissed her hard in appreciation as I moved my hips back and forth. My third orgasm for the day shot out my gism all over the red head’s chest. She didn’t mind when a little got on her chin.

I stood, dressed. Hank must be done because Lexi’s ankles were on Vaden’s shoulders as her own orgasm was unleashed. Her screams of pleasure were legendary. Vaden banged his hips against hers before he stiffened. She dreamily kissed him as she brought her legs down. He burrowed his head in her neck, drinking.

“Is that all?”

I saw the annoyed look on the red head.

“No, no. That was just the introductory act. I want a show. I want to watch you eat each other out,” I said. The girls exchanged glances at this. After a beat, they began to strip.

I looked back at Lexi and Vaden. She was now loudly complaining for him to stop. She tried to push his head off her throat. As if she wasn’t aware of how futile that action was.

I briefly flirted with the idea of going over to help. That would be ludicrous, of course. I still had a will to live. Help proved unnecessary as Vaden finished, licking her wound.

Their bodies separated and Vaden noticed me watching. He snorted before I could look away. They searched the floor for their clothes and I turned back to the naked girls on the couch.

They were, indeed, eating each other out. And not requiring my audience, so into their new roles they were. After a few minutes, I got the distinct impression this was not their first time to perform this act on each other.

Lexi was no longer naked. My guests were now entertaining themselves. I was tired of sex. I needed a meaningless, anonymous drink from a stranger. The streets could possibly relieve my boredom. After motioning goodbye to Vaden from the door, I exited my harem and went to the streets of Manhattan for some alone time and quick hunt.

THE END

Vampire Life

By Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Thursday, June 3, 2010

NAKED Backdoor by Kendall Swan

His wide and long shaft pushed into her wet sex relentlessly. John loved Scarlett's tight, little body. Her breasts were small but supple beneath his fingers, giving easily as he squeezed them.

The delicate features of her face displayed her mix of arousal and pain. The blonde hair on the back of her head was being teased with each stroke of his cock into her pussy.

She moaned. She was so hot. She turned John on with slightest gesture. It felt like he wanted to fuck her all the time. And John loved that she was all woman-- her most feminine feature being the ability to allow herself to be taken by her man, fucked any way he asked.

He did ask. He probably wouldn't get his way for very long if he didn't. But a 'no' had yet to cross her luscious twenty-four year old lips. And probably never would.

He was her 'one'. And she would make him a great wife someday.

He kissed her right ankle before putting it back on his shoulder. He grasped her hips and pounded her harder.

She was dripping. She loved it, and him, so much.

John bent slightly to reach a hand around her hip to her rosebud. His finger grazed it. Her legs, pushed even closer to her body when he bent down, involuntarily spasmed at his touch.

Her body was like a live wire of sexuality. John doubted she was even aware of how deep her talents lie.

He slowed his cock's rhythm and pushed the tip of his finger inside her backdoor. Her body tensed and tried to squeeze him out. But he stayed.

She opened her pale blue eyes, a questioning look on her face.

"My sweet Scarlett, may I fuck your ass?"

Scarlett inhaled sharply. Her eyes wide, John slid his finger deeper inside her second hole while simultaneously pushing forward to kiss her. Her kneecaps were touching the tops of her breasts as their lips met.

He ravished her mouth. His cock and fingertip both went back and forth at a slow and steady pace. Scarlett's asshole hugged his finger in concert in concert with her pussy muscles.

Getting his cock all the way in would take time. And lube.

Gingerly, John stood back up and removed his finger from her anus. He bent over and kissed Scarlett, bending her body to the compact sandwich shape once again.

Scarlett's worried eyes remained trained on his when he eased his slick penis out of her willing vagina. John took a few steps back and Scarlett's legs came down to dangle over the edge of the bed.

"Where are you going, honey?" she asked.

John didn't answer immediately. That was a thing he did, keeping her on her toes. Being mysterious despite their intimacy.

He retrieved the lube from under her sink that he had stashed there a couple of weeks ago. Scarlett's eyes locked onto it the moment he returned to the bed.

"It's okay, sweets. I promise you'll love it. I won't let you go unpleasured."

"Um, okay, it's just that...I've never done that before. Have you?" she asked, her elbows propping her up to chat.

John suspected she was fishing for more time or a way to delay this. She needed to be shown the power of her own body.

"Scarlett, it's amazing how you have made it so many years without being aware of your body and all its hidden pleasures."

Scarlett blushed as John knew she would. John lay down beside her. His still erect cock pushed against her hips as he threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her passionately.

He genuinely wanted Scarlett to enjoy herself, if only so he could fuck her backdoor again.

John slid down the bed, briefly tasting her wet pussy with his tongue before standing and positioning his swollen member at her slit.

"Just a little more of your sweet pussy, then we'll get to work."

John moaned as he pushed inside of her. She was more wet but still as tight as when he first entered her. He loved that she stayed this tight until her second or third orgasm. Her moan covered up his as he filled up her small space.

He pounded her for a couple of minutes and pulled out. Her rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb and applied lube to his cock with his other hand. He rubbed some around her rosebud for a second. His finger went in quicker this time. He pushed it far inside. Her ass reacted instantly.

"It's okay. It's okay. Just feel it. Get used to it. Relax," John said.

"John, I don't know," she pleaded.

Not a 'no' but the closest she had ever come.

"Scarlett, do you trust me? Don't I always make you feel good?"

She nodded with reluctance. He could see subtle changes in her expression as she concentrated on relaxing. Whatever was going on in her pretty little head was working. Her sphincter muscle let up a little. John pushed his finger in and out, not letting the tip escape.

He continued rubbing her clit with his thumb and slid two of his fingers from the same hand into her cunt. He hooked his fingers up towards her belly to get at her g-spot. After very little attention there his finger flew back and forth in her ass.

Scarlett's eyes widened in surprise.

"I told you. You are so hot, Scarlett."

A guttural sound of want emanated from John's hair covered chest.

He quickly slipped his finger out of her backdoor and held his gleaming, lubed up cock, aiming it for entry into Scarlett's smallest hole.

His thumb and fingers kept up their dance on her clit and g-spot as he nudged his helmet inside her. She resisted despite her arousal.

"Relax, sweetheart. Relax."

Finally, his head was in. John added more force to his forward motion. Scarlett whimpered. John slowed momentarily to spend time on her pussy and bud.

But patience was not John's strong suit. He soon resumed his exploration of her tight, tight ass that was squeezing him into new levels of ecstasy in an effort to get him out.

Her whimpering grew louder as he got nearer the limit of her depth. He still needed an inch and a half more to be completely enveloped by her, to completely take her.

Scarlett's wetness in her pussy grew as he rubbed her clit harder, flicking it every few minutes.

He reached her end, pulled back a little, and shoved it back in. Scarlett released an animal-like sound in response.

John pulled back farther and rammed deep into her ass. Her wet pussy lips slammed against his groin. His hair became soaked with her juices.

Soon, he was plunging in and out of her ass as she steadily relaxed.

The cadence of his cock in her ass and thumb on her erect nub made music with body.

Scarlett's whimpering and cries of pain gave way to moans of pleasure as John knew they would.

The soft, billowy pleasure of her pussy surrounding his steel rod had been replaced with the tight tugging of muscle gripping his every rock-hard inch. He was edging closer to unloading it all.

John loved watching her breasts jiggle with each of his thrusts. Her pale nipples had turned darker and harder of their own accord.

He held her waist with his free hand to pull her little body closer against his.

Her legs had risen up as she relaxed. They alternated between flailing and using his shoulders for leverage. Her body was heating up beneath his hand. She was on her way up and over.

John loosened his grip on her waist. Immediately, her ankles landed on his shoulders to tempt him in deeper. She was now fucking him back.

John held back his orgasm with much effort to wait for her. He could even see how hard her little clit had become under his thumb. He flicked it faster--risking her becoming numb and having to take a long break to draw her back. He hated that.

Scarlett's body was burning up and John hammered relentlessly as she threw her head back in release. Her ass muscles clenched his dick as hard as they could while he kept ravaging her hole.

Moans and yells and exultations of god, thanks, and John's name flew out of Scarlett as she swam the waves of orgasmic elation.

Hearing that was all John could take. He fucked her ass as hard as he could, holding her hips with both hands.

He fucked, rammed, crashed into her, taking her as best he could, bringing her to her limits while she did the same to him.

Hot seed exploded in the depths of her ass, surge after surge flooding her ravaged interior.

John's awareness of her and the world around him had ceased to be as he drowned in his own pleasure.

Eventually, the world returned to him. He opened his eyes to find his girlfriend sated and smiling.

Smiling was good.

Smiling meant this would happen again.

John pulled out, went to her sink, and washed off. He was vaguely aware of her talking as he plopped down on the bed next to her and promptly lost consciousness.

THE END

NAKED Backdoor

By Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Pru Messing Around by Kendall Swan

Pru checked her watch again. Almost time to head over. She looked forward to sleepovers at Karen's. It was a welcome escape from the strangeness that had become her normal life. And she knew they would get to play around again.

Finally, the time rolled around and Pru drove to Karen's house. Pru couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when Karen's parents welcomed her graciously into their home. She walked back to Karen's room and they hugged.

"Hey," Karen said.

"Hey."

"What do you want to do tonight?"

Pru looked at her. What was she getting at? Did she not want to "practice" like they had been doing for months. Hours and hours spent kissing, petting, fingering, licking--practicing on each other.

Karen responded, "What? You want to get right to it? Why don't we watch a movie first? You know, do some normal hang out things."

Pru's eyebrows crinkled together. She didn't handle confusion well. But it seemed that's all life ever threw at her.

"Okay. What do you want to watch?" Pru struggled to make her voice sound completely normal.

Karen scanned the available downloads on her screen. She picked an old romantic comedy. They both settled on Karen's bed and watched what turned out to be a pretty funny movie, but sad, too, because of the time it was made in-- a better time.

"That movie was nice. Good choice," Pru said.

They locked eyes. They were hormonal teenage girls who enjoyed messing around with each other but would both rather it be with a boy. Pru saw in Karen's warm eyes the same wistfulness she felt in that moment.

It was hard being a girl in these times. The clock was being turned back. Birth control was made illegal, rape was all but condoned, and teenage pregnancy was celebrated instead of discouraged. Society was arming itself in numbers against them. And a girl's freedom was the price being paid.

"Thanks for coming over," Karen said as she put her hand on Pru's thigh.

"Thanks for having me."

Karen's hand slid and found its way up Pru's loose shorts. She adjusted her body to face Pru's and went in for a soft kiss. This was the part Pru loved. Being kissed. If she shut her eyes, it was easy to pretend it was a gentle guy's mouth and hand on her instead of Karen's. This pretending they each did with each other was the only safe sexual outlet they had without making a baby. Neither girl wanted that.

Pru felt Karen's fingertips rub her bud over her panties. Wetness immediately followed. Pru reached up and squeezed Karen's little breast over her shirt.

Karen stopped and went to lock her bedroom door. Her parents had yet to ever check on them, never once thought what their little girl might be doing with her good friend.

Karen clicked her music on and came back to the bed. They undressed each other. Even though Pru did long to have a guy love on her like this, she actually really enjoyed Karen. Her body was long and lean and safe.

Mouths latched onto each other and bodies intertwined. This was becoming a familiar ritual and Pru's body responded immediately. Fear had stalled her arousal the first few times. That was no longer an issue as Karen's fingers danced in and out of Pru's dripping pussy.

Pru felt the heat rising in her body, knew that within a few strokes of her clit, Karen would send her over. Even with that knowledge she still felt a pleasant surprise every time it happened. Karen bent down to suckle Pru's full breast, rubbing faster between her clit and labia.

The intense orgasm pushed its way up and out, rocking Pru's body. She threw her head back in pleasure. Her body was singing its way off the mountain as Karen slowed her rubbing and scooched up the bed. She propped a pillow behind her head signaling it was Pru's turn to perform.

Pru's hand rubbed light circles between Karen's legs while she took a moment to catch her breath.

"You come so easily, now," Karen giggled.

It was true. It had taken her awhile to let go with Karen. She knew how to do it, sort of. She had done it a couple of years back with her best friend, Lexi, before she had moved away.

"Yeah, well, you have talents. Ya know, what we're doing isn't really 'practice'. I mean, you can't finger a guy and I can't eat a guy out, ya know?" Pru joked.

"Sure it is. It's practice for us to get in touch with our bodies and what we like." She made finger quotations as she said this. "And besides, a guy probably isn't going to be patient enough for us to figure it out so we have to experiment with each other."

"If you say so," Pru said with mock reluctance as she lowered her head between Karen's legs.

Pru's tongue started up top at Karen's clit. Karen stifled a moan as Pru flicked her tongue violently over and over her most sensitive spot. Karen's body squirmed but ultimately stayed in place without any effort on Pru's part. Pru knew Karen liked it a little rough. The same way she knew Karen would have no problem coming when she was being fucked by a guy which she eventually would be someday.

Pru rammed three fingers inside Karen's pussy. Karen's legs waved in response as Pru went back and forth, inside and out. Pru's free hand lay on the inside of Karen's thigh. She could feel Karen's body heating up just as her own had moments ago. But that heat didn't signal an impending orgasm as it did with Pru. Karen took a long time to reach her first one. That was most of the work. The next six or seven she would experience before the night was done would pop up quickly and easily without much work.

Pru continued pumping Karen's pussy with her fingers while going crazy on her clit with her tongue. Karen's juices were gushing now. Pru didn't mind the taste and liked the satisfaction of turning her own so completely. She continued like this for a long time, just as she had done many nights before.

Pru's pussy grew wet as she fingerfucked Karen. It was aggressive and strange and erotic all at the same time. Karen pinched her own nipples and ran her fingers through Pru's hair.

Pru was getting more turned on and felt impatient for Karen's orgasm. She wanted to feel Karen's pussy muscles clench her as they spasmed in ecstasy.

She pulled her fingers out, giving Karen only a second of reprieve before she added her fourth finger to the mix. She rammed them inside her slick hole. Karen pulled a pillow up over her face as she cried out and her body arched.

Pru lay her tongue flat over Karen's clit as she shoved her hand inside Karen again and again. She was getting as deep as she could without making a fist.

Karen was feeling pain but had made no mention or gesture to stop or slow down. Pru took that as a green light and moved her thumb over to put her entire fist inside Karen's pussy.

It wouldn't go in easily. Pru had to work it in slowly, massaging her clit ever so gently along the way. With each minor movement deeper Karen got closer. She was so wet it was almost as if she had already come, though Pru knew she hadn't.

At last, Karen's opening went past the widest point of Pru's fist towards her wrist. It was at that moment that Karen exploded in orgasm. Karen held the pillow to her face as she screamed. Her hips dipped up and down forcing Pru to keep up with the moving target.

Pru could feel the sweet rhythmic massage of her fist from inside Karen. This brought Pru close to her own hilt. She rubbed her clit with her free hand and came almost instantly. Her eyes rolled back and she savored the rolling waves of elation sweeping through from limb to limb. She concentrated on the feeling of Karen's wet vagina surrounding her entire fist and stretched the sweetness out longer.

As each of them returned to normal, or at least post-orgasm normal, Karen looked at Pru, eyebrows raised.

"Okay, whoa, that was new," Karen said.

"What did it feel like? I'm pretty sure I don't want you to do that to me."

"But you'll still do it to me right?"

"Yes, oh yes. That was hot. I barely even touched myself to come at the same time as you."

"Well, okay. Um, I will need you to take your arm out of me now."

They both laughed as Pru very slowly pulled her fist out of Karen.

"You're going to need a guy with a big dick," Pru joked as she crawled back up the bed.

"Or a small hand."

They laughed again as Pru spread her legs and felt the first velvety touch of Karen's tongue on her pulsating nub.

[The End]

Pru Messing Around

By Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Friday, May 7, 2010

Vampire One Night Stand by Kendall Swan

Melissa knew he was a vampire. Knew and didn't care. She wanted to walk on the wild side of life just once. To see it, get a feel for it, taste it.

She grabbed her purse, drink, and walked over to the booth where he was sitting alone. It wasn't an easy walk as his black eyes bored into her the whole way over. His expression was intense, but neutral.

"You're looking to have a wild night out tonight and you'd like me to accommodate you in that endeavor," he said when she reached his table.

"Um, yes. Am I that obvious? I'm sorry. I'm Melissa. Melissa Smith."

Melissa went ahead and sat across from the vampire without being asked. She figured she could either back out or head full on into her crazy escapade.

"Please, have a seat," he said.

His tone was chiding but the corner of his lip turned up slightly.

"Would you like me to leave? I will. I don't want to trouble you. I only want to get to know you."

Melissa cocked her head to the side and did her best to look alluring. She knew she was an attractive woman, but she also knew vampires were basically sluts, the most sexual of beings. She was sure this vampire, depending on how old he was, had been with every kind of girl imaginable.

"You may stay. But I really don't think this is the appropriate place to get to know each other."

The vampire's eyebrow spiked up and his pale skin almost glowed. Melissa grew wet with anticipation.

"Where should we go?" she asked, trying to look intrigued instead of eager.

"Your place will do just fine, Melissa. Or we can get a hotel room, if you prefer." The vampire stood and stretched out his hand to help her out of the booth.

"Would you like to know my name or does that not interest you?"

Melissa was immediately shamed by her rudeness. However, when she thought about it, it actually didn't matter what his name was, only that he was vampire. And that he was going to fuck her.

"I would love to know your name. I thought maybe you might not want me to know. I've heard how private vampires can be," Melissa said, trying to cover for her previous lack of manners.

"Vaden. My name is Vaden. I'm please to make your acquaintance, Melissa. Now if you will follow me in your car, we can take a room at the Hilton a few miles north of here."

"I know where it is. I'll meet you there."

Melissa strode out to her car, giving one final look to the vampire before starting her car. Her pussy was already dripping. She'd heard from friends that vampires were the best lovers. That they were virtuosos who played human bodies like a Stradivarius, teasing out notes, emotions, movements the person had never experienced before, could never experience without a vampire.

***

Vaden hadn't intended on fucking this evening. Luck was with him. This Melissa girl wanted to be played with--that was exactly how he liked his human women. Eager and willing. She would be the perfect antidote to Lexi. Fantastic little Lexi--who used to be his favorite eager and willing plaything.

Vaden slowed his run as he came upon the hotel. He had beaten her car, which wasn't surprising given the evening traffic. He went ahead and checked in. They knew him here and always treated him well. He stood, leaning against the marble wall of the elevator bank when the girl finally spotted him.

She looked relieved and that pleased him. He would have fun with her tonight.

***

Melissa had blown past the speed limit as if it was the sound barrier and still he'd gotten here faster on foot. She spotted him by the elevators and was mesmerized by his flawless appearance. The thought of what he was going to do to her took shape in her mind and need radiated from deep inside.

She joined him in the elevator and the instant the doors closed and the button was pressed, he had her pinned against the mirrored wall, tongue invading her mouth, rock hard, muscled body pushing against hers, and hand snaking up her skirt.

Melissa was quite literally breathless as his finger found her wetness and plunged inside, sweeping around, then pulling out to rub her clit.

She moaned and his mouth went to her neck, his warm lip cascading across her skin lightly. He wants to taste me, Melissa thought. She became aware of her thumping heart. The vampire must have sensed her awareness because he pulled his mouth away from her neck and crushed her mouth again.

Melissa vaguely heard the elevator ding before she heard the ripping of her blouse. His hand squeezed her lace covered breast hard before pinching her nipple. Shudders of pleasure were running up and down Melissa's body and they hadn't even reached the hotel room.

"Go," he ordered when doors opened.

She tentatively stepped out, checking to see if there would be any witnesses to her half-dressed state.

He grabbed her ass as he took the lead down the hallway to their room. A second later she was pushed against the wall of their room barely able to breathe as the hard mass of his body pushed against hers.

Melissa's good girl training kicked in and she felt awkward for the unabashed fucking that was about to occur. Shouldn't we at least talk a little, she thought.

The vampire didn't respond when she tried to slow things down. He hiked her leg up on the crook of his elbow and fingered her roughly. Melissa was slick from his touch and his incessant want. Her pussy cried out for more. She forgot all about slowing things down.

"You've got me so turned on," she moaned, regretting it immediately for its cheesiness.

The vampire smirked and responded, "That's what we do," before he sucked her nipple sending electricity zinging through her limbs and into her sex.

Her hands grasped his shoulders and back. His skin was silky smooth over his concrete muscles. She ached for his vampire cock to be inside her.

As if on cue, he hoisted her up, his hands clutching her ass cheeks. He all but threw her on the bed and had her skirt and thong off.

This is it, Melissa thought. I'm about to be fucked by a vampire.

The look in his eyes was feral, as if he could lose control at any moment.

A whir of movement later and all thinking stopped. His gigantic steel-like rod was all the way inside her. Pleasure and pain competed for her attention. Until he moved.

Back and forth he rocked her, his cock filling her over and over again, mollifying her need only slightly. Dizzy pleasure moved in and through her.

Melissa's eyes were closed when she felt his tongue on her neck again. Her eyes popped open and she hugged his body more. She was going to get the full experience tonight.

An out of control moan broke from her mouth as her skin gave way to his bite.

[The End]

Vampire One Night Stand

By Kendall Swan

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

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