Monthly Archives: March 2016

very excited

Bill Tyler sat sadly nursing a beer when the sound of a woman’s voice, slightly intoxicated and very excited, erupted behind him. “Billy Tyler!” she squealed, “Is that really you, Billy?” Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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with a knife

“Steve. Listen to yourself. You know as well as I do that Monica was a seriously psychotic bitch. She tried to kill you, with a knife, remember the last time you saw her?” Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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a generous view

“No,” said Debbie, sounding sorry again. She walked into the living room and sat down on the tweed sofa with a sigh. Her black skirt rode high as she slid lower, exposing a generous view of her white satin panties. … Continue reading

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What is he up to

“What is he up to?” “Ask him.” “I couldn’t.” “I don’t.” “Why not?” “What good would it do?” “He might tell you.” “He won’t.” “So you’re with us.” “Trying to understand.” “What he’s up to.” Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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still soaking

By the time her knock fell upon my door, I had almost forgotten the model was coming. I am so easily distracted these days. I had retrieved the clay from the back closet and cut off an adequate piece, but … Continue reading

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pert nose wrinkled

“Don’t,” she said, the word almost lost in a laugh. Ellen’s pert nose wrinkled slightly and she pushed him gently away. Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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brown fat fell

She sat the cardboard box on the grass, beside the bar-b-que grill. A faint orange glow shuddered in the wind, shrouded in thick layers of white ash. Jean picked up a large set of tongs and pushed the blades between … Continue reading

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