NK - Sweet and Spicy

As Igor returned from the restroom, the three of them prepared to leave together for the suite. Natasha had acquired from the bar a bottle of the vodka Igor had been drinking and brought it along. Once in the suite Natasha directed Igor to sit down on the couch and set three old-fashioned glasses on the coffee table before him. After pouring the vodka neat in one of the glasses, Natasha said, "Feel free to sip on your drink, while Ingrid and I go to slip into something more comfortable." When the ladies returned, their more comfortable attire, which they favored, proved to be their birthday suits. They weren't technically completely naked though, as the ladies retained their earrings, and they had their nipples clamped. In addition, Natasha was wearing a gold plated body chain belt with twelve stars attached. They giggled as they spotted the tenting of Igor's trousers. They got on each side of him resting upright on their knees and calves. Ingrid started caressing h...

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons is entirely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual situations are at least eighteen years old. As always, any political, social or religious views in this story are those of the characters and their circumstances, and don't necessarily reflect those of the author. Author's note: I haven't ever published a story in installments before, but Promises is a long one (about 145,000 words -- almost double the first Harry Potter book) so it seemed only fair to divide it into manageable chunks. All twelve parts are fully written, edited and waiting in the bullpen, so if you're starting out before all of them are released, rest assured there won't be any months-long gaps between. Because I didn't write Promises with installments in mind, the erotic encounters aren...

This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I jolted upright after hearing a loud thud. I had no idea what time it was, but it must have been the middle of the night. The room was dark, and all the lights upstairs were off. Allie must have turned them off when she came back to bed, though I didn't remember her doing it. I fumbled around in the bed in an unsuccessful attempt to find my phone and check the time. "What was that?" I asked quietly, nudging Allie who was asleep to my right. "Did you hear that?" "Hear what, Jack?" she replied, half-asleep. "Go back to sleep. I'm sure it's nothing." "I thought I heard something a minute ago," I continued. "It sounded like a door slamming shut. Do you...

CHAPTER 3: ISLAND FUN -- THE BOYS "Would you please help us?" I lowered my large sunglasses down my nose as if I hadn't noticed him. I was reclined on one of the beach lounge chairs alongside the volleyball area. I had a paperback open and a floppy hat on my head. While I had the look of someone engrossed in reading, I had selected the location deliberately. Five guys were playing volleyball. Three on one side, which left two on the other. The two were magnificent specimens of maleness: roughly six feet tall, athletic muscular shapes, and black. They looked like college athletes on vacation to the point that I wondered if it might be semester break. I had even been watching with interest when, after losing yet another point against the three, this young man had looked around at the sunbathers and focused on me. I had been watching him and his partner for some time, actually. When he called time and stepped in my direction, my eyes had focused like a laser on his cock sw...

II. The Priestess The invitation had arrived on a large sheet of parchment, hand-written in an elaborate script: Trainee Lena-- Your presence is requested at dawn's first light. --High Priestess Sofia It was a rare honor to visit the High Priestess' private chambers at the Order of Priestesses, and any woman in Sweetwater's capital city would surely thrill for the opportunity. On this particular morning, however, Lena was feeling anything but thrilled. She found herself pacing, lost in thought, down the familiar hallways of the Order. Her halting footsteps carried her near her destination: an archway just outside the High Priestess' chambers. She paused, frowning at the thick yellow curtain that obscured the interior. A great pressure was on her shoulders this morning, but she knew it wasn't her priestess battle armor weighing her down. If anything, her armor felt lighter than ever, as it had recently suffered great damage and large parts of it were missing entire...