Month: April, 2013

Who Killed Cole Custer? An Erotic Billionaire Murder Mystery

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Olivia Manson plans to confront her husband and his lover at a key party held at a lovely estate. What she did not expect to find was their congenial host, Cole Custer, dead on the floor of the library. While being questioned, Olivia and Detective Brandon Lock find themselves in a compromising position. As things fall apart and marriages crumble, she suspects she might have found the man of her dreams.

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“Oh, my goodness.” I’d dropped the towel, but thankfully, it was dim enough that Detective Lock could not see me. I’d just barely put it in place again, when I bumped into him, his hands connecting with my shoulders. “I—oh, sorry.”

“It’s darker than hell.”

“It is.” We were surprisingly close. My senses were inundated with his aftershave, which gave off a woodsy and citrus aroma. “Wonder when they’ll come back on again?” His fingers pressed into my skin. The touch was entirely unexpected, but…it felt rather nice. “Do you think I’m a bad person for going behind my husband’s back?”

“You said he was cheating.”

“He is. She’s here too. It’s Wendy Pike. You should really grill her about it. Make her totally uncomfortable. She deserves it.”

“You sound vindictive.”

“I might be. I hate her.”

“That’s an awfully strong emotion.”

“She’s destroying my marriage.”

“Don’t you think your husband might be playing a part in that as well?”

“I guess.”

“I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

His concern was bewildering. “T-thank you.” He had yet to let go of me; his proximity was far too intimate, far too pleasing. “I usually don’t like cops. I’ve probably said all the wrong things. I’ve probably incriminated myself seven ways to Sunday.”

“You probably have.” There was a sultry quality to his baritone.

“Will you arrest me?”

“I might have to.”

For some reason, his threat didn’t alarm me. In fact, he moved even closer now, his grip was firm. I was only inches from his face, his cologne teasing me mercilessly. “Mr—detective. Um…I’m not sure what’s happening here…but—”

His lips covered mine, initiating a perplexing kiss. This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? Was this an interrogation technique used on females only? Finding him utterly attractive and more than dangerous, I gave in, nearly falling into him, while his arms encircled my back. The towel was history in that moment, landing at my feet. I’d never kissed a stranger before, and I hadn’t planned on this. Now that it was upon me, I found myself enjoying every second of his full, moist lips, his inquisitive tongue, and the way he groaned when I moved against him.

His hands drifted down my back, cupping my buttocks, lifting me onto a hard cock, hidden behind his pants. “Oh, Jesus,” he uttered.


He picked me up, while I wrapped my legs around him, as we stumbled towards the bed. Things had escalated rapidly, taking a decidedly erotic turn. I landed beneath him; his lips were on my neck, biting and kissing, while he fumbled with his pants, undoing the belt, lowering the zipper. Because of the darkness, he was mostly in shadow, but wherever my fingers touched him, I felt heat and sinew. He was in fine shape; his muscles were firm and his stomach taut. A hand fell upon on my thigh, fingers sliding inwards, grazing my pussy. In the space of a few seconds, the encounter had transformed into a fire that now blazed out of control. His cock pressed to my sodden entrance, and, as he groaned, he slid deep, filling me to the balls.

“Oh, my…God!” I flung my head back onto the bed, surrendering completely to a stranger, who more than likely thought I was a suspect. The questioning had begun innocently enough, but this was truly shocking. “Is this really happening?” I sounded breathless.

“Yes,” he rasped, thrusting, pressing into me.

My clitoris felt huge, engorged with arousal. I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him nearer. “Mr—Brandon…ooohhh…”

“You can blame it all on me…later,” he rasped. “You’re one beautiful woman. Jesus, fuck!”

I lifted my hips to match his thrusts, reveling in the feel of him inside of me. He drove all the way to my womb, massaging every silken inch of my tunnel. I’d not wanted to have sex with any of the men at the party tonight, but this man, this masculine hunk of testosterone, he was all mine.

“Are you…married?”

“No, ma’am.”




“None of the above.”

“Oh, thank…God.” I clung to him, locking my ankles. “Oh, yes. Fuck me!” I dug my fingernails into his buttocks, feeling hints of perspiration. He thrust almost relentlessly, my body tensing, preparing for a blistering orgasm. “Oh, yes! More! Oh, God…it’s so good!” I moaned deep in my throat, shuddering beneath him. He gave me no quarter. Thrusting vigorously, his breath was raspy in my ear.


Bigfoot 15

B81xThe love… the sex… and the endearing characters of Virginia Wade’s naughty Bigfoot saga set out for another adventure.

In “Cum For Bigfoot 15″, Porsche’s about to give birth again, and what happens next is a shocker! After rejoining the tribe, the clan is on the move, but first, someone from the past emerges for a surprise reunion. The gang sets out for fertile hunting grounds, encountering a rival tribe. Porsche develops feelings for a hunky Bigfoot leader, which threatens her relationship with Leonard.

This story contains erotic romance, orgies, threesomes, oral and anal sex, and lactation erotica. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult 18+

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“Oh, that sucks.” I got up to stretch my legs, but strong hands suddenly gripped me, and I found myself in Brutus’s lap. I was so stunned, I gasped. Leonard glared at him, but remained unmoved, the pipe hanging out of the corner of his mouth. “Uh…hello.” A cold, wet nose was on my neck. He sniffed, but the exploration didn’t stop there, as he pulled me even closer, his cock pressing into my bottom. His nose was on the back of my neck, my hair in his face.

“Looks like you made a new friend, Porsche.” Leslie placed a log in the fire. “Yep. That’s darn right friendly of you.”

“God, way to manhandle me, buddy.” I pushed against him, trying to free myself, but he was determined to paw me, his hips shifting, lifting the hardened length of his phallus.

This annoyed Leonard, who grunted. “We eat first, then fuck. Not the other way around. Let my woman go!”

“I smell milk,” he rasped. “It’s sweet, like honey.”

Knowing the Sasquatches like I did, the inquisitiveness of this newcomer wasn’t fear producing. I found his interest amusing; his reaction was entirely predictable. A hand closed around a breast, although I wore a bra and shirt. The harsh, deepening staccato of his breathing dampened my neck.

“May I take her now?”

To my consternation, Leonard seemed to be mulling this question over. It was commonplace to share women. It was also a sign of goodwill as well to other tribes, but we normally did not engage in sex until after the little ones had gone to bed. It was thrilling to be lusted after in such a manner. The feeling of Brutus’s cock pressing into my pussy was distracting.

“Take her to a hut.”

My mouth fell open. “Leonard!”

He shrugged, grinning crookedly. “He’ll pleasure you.”

Before I could say another word, I found myself being lifted into the air and carried across the camp, while the tribe watched. “Leonard! You little shit!” I’d been hiking all day, and I was tired and starving. I had hoped to eat first before…having sex. “Ugh!”

The hut was surprisingly tidy, with bedding made out of thick animal pelts. It smelled like Sasquatch, musky and slightly rank. Each Sasquatch was a unique entity, and some did not care if the woman found pleasure. I braced myself for how Brutus would be, and, as he drew me to him, his lips covered mine, igniting a surprisingly sweet kiss. This told me all I needed to know, easing my mind substantially.

He’d grasped my shorts, yanking them down my thighs, while his tongue swept the inside of my mouth. I clung to him, nearly nude now, the ape being adept at removing clothing. My bra fell from my shoulders, releasing the abundance of my breasts. His hands grasped the mounds, discharging a flow of milk. He grabbed me, pressing his face into the flesh, while his lips captured a nipple. Groaning, he suckled both nipples at once, indulging in a spray of milk, which wetted his matted fur.

“Oh, you boys are all the same.”

There was something in the timber of my voice that produced a primal groan from him. We shifted, and I found myself on the fur, the eyes of a lusty Sasquatch staring at me. “You pretty girl,” he rasped.

“Thanks.” Something flared in his eyes, which produced a maelstrom of tingles that shot straight into my pussy. “What are you going to do to me?”

He grinned slightly. “Make you my woman.”

That sent a shiver up my spine.

Bible Camp Romance

B80xEmily Stewart is about to have a spiritual awakening…

Working as a counselor at a local Bible camp, Emily finds herself in a precarious situation after Joshua Becker, the camp director, discovers her with alcohol. She’s soon over his knees being punished, as he spanks her firm, delectable derriere. His plans for Emily include seducing the blonde beauty, exploring every inch of her lush, feminine curves, and impregnating her virgin womb.

This story contains virgin sex, spanking, bondage, seduction, oral sex, lesbian sex, impregnation sex, and erotic romance. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult 18+

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“Hi, I don’t remember meeting you.” His arm was about my back, while he held my wrist. We turned gently to the music, while the lights of the disco ball flashed. “And you are?”

“Emily Stewart.”

His gaze sharpened, as he leaned in, sniffing. “You’re drunk.”

Panic gripped me. “N-no, sir.” Now he was too close, his cologne teasing me, woodsy with citrus undertones.

“I should expel you right now. I doubt you’re twenty-one. Alcohol is expressly forbidden.”

“Um…it was cough syrup. I…have a cold.”

“You’re a horrible liar as well.”

“Oh, please, sir. I’m sorry! I’ve never even had a drink before until just now. My parents will be really pissed, I mean angry with me, if I get kicked out. This is the worst thing I’ve ever done in my whole life. Well, I did break my mother’s Lladro angel once, but…I’m so sorry.”

My predicament seemed to amuse him, a strange light shone in his eyes. “Never had alcohol before, huh?”

“No, never.”

“This is the worst thing you’ve ever done in your whole life?”

I nodded. “Pretty much.”

He seemed to mull over those words. “That’s not much of a life.”

“No, sir. My parent’s are really strict.”


“What will you do?”

“You’ll need to be reprimanded.”

“What?” He led me from the floor, as onlookers ogled us. “Where are we going?”

“To my office.”

“Oh.” The hallway was darkened; the lights were off. He flung open a door, revealing a dim room. A hint of moon shone through a window. Turning on a small lamp on a table, he pivoted to face me.

“Now, Emily.”


“I have to set an example of you, otherwise I’m a total failure as camp director, and we can’t have that.”

“Are you gonna put me on bathroom duty?”

“There’s an idea, but no.”

“What will you do?” My parent’s would be devastated if they knew I had been drinking. I stood before him with shaking knees, wringing my hands. Camp hadn’t even started yet and I had already gotten into trouble.

“I have an idea.” He had shut the door, the sound of the base thumping through the wall. “You’ve been a bad girl. You’ve broken the rules and the law. I can’t let this infringement go without addressing it, now can I?”

I gulped. “No, n-no sir.”

“Good.” He smiled slightly. “We’re on the same page.” He took a seat in a leather chair. “Now, come here and take your punishment.”


He patted his knee. “Be a good girl and lean over my legs so I can spank you.”