A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.
Isabela arrives in Rio for the first time, meeting Thiago in Ipanema. Their taxi ride teases with his hand high on her thigh. Inside his apartment, he pins her to the wall, fingers plunging deep with wet sounds, tasting her arousal. He fucks her hard against the plaster—sharp slaps of skin, slick squelches, her cries echoing—until they both shatter. In bed, slow rolling thrusts build softer, deeper climaxes, bodies slick and trembling in the salt-scented dawn.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
A Story in the Erotic Future Universe
We follow Bethan and Kiki's developing relationship as Bethan is drawn into the erotic vortex of the BWR. Our friends are back at Alm College for their sophomore year and love is, as always, in the air. If you'd enjoy learning more about Kiki, Rose, Lynn and the others then you can read 'Rose Does College' which covers their freshman year but Bethan's story can be enjoyed on it's own.
Three amorous young couples will need to rethink their summer vacation when a tropical storm traps them all inside together. As crossed wires and unfulfilled desires slowly bubble to the surface, an ordinary vacation rental becomes an erotic pressure cooker, threatening to forever change these longtime friendships… into something more.
Before the silence, there were voices. Before the voices, there was pain. Before the pain, there was a fall — sudden, cruel, and irreversible. Stella could not have known then how her world would change, how her mind would stretch into places it had never belonged.