From AP Miller
Lone Huntress
by AP Miller
Gentle hands ran across my slick flesh, slippery with sweat. I moaned quietly, my body arching towards those skilled hands, desperate for more. A tongue lashed my nipples, painfully hardened, before teeth nipped at them playfully. I gasped and whimpered, caressing a muscular back. The mouth made its way upward, slowly, lingering at each square inch of flesh to plant a loving kiss, until it reached my mouth, where…it claimed me. Lips that seared my own like a brand, parting them to spear my mouth with a tongue like molten iron. I responded in kind, laying claim to my lover with everything I had.
The hands drifted about, finding all my most sensitive places, and making them scream for more. My legs spread, wider and wider, in abject submission. A shaft, iron hard, touched the opening to my dripping pussy. I moaned, my hands grabbing my lover’s tight ass to pull him in. But that shaft refused to be forced, instead entering slowly, agonizingly slowly…for less than an inch. Then it slowly retracted.
I cried out in frustration. My voice called out without my volition, its tones grown husky and hoarse with desperate desire. I begged for more, the humiliation of surrender only heightening my arousal.
The shaft entered again, slower than before. This time, it reached an inch and a half. Then retracted again. I moaned loudly, like a wounded beast, my anguished bellow more eloquent than any words. The shaft entered again, achingly slowly. Two inches. And retracted. I jabbered incoherently, offering everything I had to my tormentor. My heart. My soul. My life. I would have gladly died, if only I could have reached completion first.
Slowly, achingly slowly, it entered. Two and a half inches. I was in heaven, Paradise was mine
Beyond the Looking Glass
by AP Miller
She was finally dead.
The snowflakes fell like little white feathers from the sky, capping the mountain tops. She sat beside her window, framed in burgundy and black damask drapery. The new queen stared at the descending crystals, a serene smile fanned across her lips. She drew the glass from the evening tray toward her mouth, swallowing the warm red liquid.
She would hunger no more. Never have to run and hide. Her protection would lay within the boundaries of the vast forest to insure her safety. The full moon illuminated the starry night sky. Silver wisps over midnight blue clouds floated freely like flowing cotton.
Just beyond the tree-lined entrance of the castle, she heard the heavy, frightened rustle of a large animal in the underbrush and the roaring sounds of the hideous, evil laughter from the seven little hounds of hell while they continued their chase. "Run my little children," she whispered against the glass before turning away.
Snow White lifted the Queen's arm from the floor once more, opening the bite marks on it and filling her glass. "Well stepmother, if you loved me more than yourself, this never would have happened. But surely, more's the pity… because you did deserve this."
Laughing, she allowed the cold lifeless arm to fall to the floor with a thud, leaving her in the very same stiffened position. After filling her glass again, she lifted it high in a toast toward the corpse. "Now who is the fairest of them all, Mother?" She glanced up to where the magic mirror should have been and frowned bitterly. "You treated me like an animal and that's what I have become. And now…just look at you… so natural lying there." Baring her white incisors, she walked around the corpse, then paused.
Snow could smell the scent of the woodsman as he neared the castle walls. "Come to me my love…my mate…my master, " she whispered, running the glass across her breast. If evil had a face, it would be his. When she opened the window on the side of the castle peak that peered across the lands, he was already there, heavy with breath and the scent of fresh blood attached to his dark fur.
"I heard you a mile away, M'lady," the woodsman replied in a harsh whisper, while he soaked in the scent of this fierce woman before him. Lord Hayden wrapped his arms around her small waist, forcefully, roughly, sliding his tongue inside her cold and wanton mouth. "Bitch," he growled.
Desire filled her to the very core, more intense than it did before. He lowered her to the floor, next to the newly-chilled body.
Hayden felt her fingers weave through the fur on his back and growled, biting down into the flesh of her bare shoulder. Snow hissed, then pushed him off. He bounced back on all fours baring his pearl white fangs.
"Take her beyond the castle walls into the woods. The animals will feast upon her decayed flesh. But first kiss me again," she commanded.
He obliged, then released her.
"This castle belongs to me now and things will be run properly." She placed a final kiss on her stepmother's cheek. "Farewell, you wretched woman…rot in your hell."
Librarians Don't Get Married
by AP Miller
"See? There are lots of sluts out there who wear ankle bracelets. But only a girl with the intelligence and humor to match her lust could wear something like this. You won't be asked to lay so much as a finger on anyone you don't already like, as a person."
"What about the men?"
"They'll be wearing these." As her leg continued to rest on his chest, she picked up a wrist bracelet from the desk. As she snapped it in place, he saw the matching smiley face. "Anyone you see wearing one of these is one of us. You can trust them with anything… which leads us to the other rule."
"What's that?" Jason held her hands with his own, not wanting her to remove them. She looked so… amazing, with her leg on his chest, and her hands on his, yet with her face completely calm and serene.
"You must never reveal our secret to an outsider. You know why." Jason nodded. Miss Grundy and her ilk. "Any man you meet wearing one of these will trust you with his reputation and honor. Don't abuse that."
Jason responded by kissing her ankle, just beneath the bracelet.
"Such a good boy," Heidi smiled. "You always were a good boy, Jason. And you're going to make a wonderful husband for Anne Marie." She sighed contentedly. "Now lay me down on the floor, dear."
Jason gently lowered her to the floor, before releasing her hands to hold her face. She smiled the instant before he kissed her, and their tongues began to play with each other. Heidi moaned contentedly, as Jason demonstrated the skills that Anne Marie had forced him to practice, through long hours of making out in the movie theater. When they parted, Heidi sighed, "Whew! Anne Marie was a VERY good teacher."
"Let me show you what else she taught me," Jason grinned. Heidi giggled softly, arching her back in invitation.
Mark grabbed the back of her hair, then pulled her close. She gazed up at him pleadingly, for him to dominate her.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to tie you up? I will! Now, get on this desk, slut, and present your ass to me. Now!”
He let go of her hair and pushed her away from him, then with one sweep of his large arm he shoved everything off the top and sent it crashing to the floor. He clutched Beverly again, not paying any mind to her trembling and pushed her down onto the desk on her stomach.
“Don’t you dare move,” he replied with contempt that forbade any further argument. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, he stepped back, his lips turned into a cynical smile.
The blood began to pound in Beverly’s temples as Mark reached into her desk drawer and pulled out the rope. He grabbed her wrists and held them tightly while securing them behind her back.
“You love this, don’t you, slut? Tell me how bad you want me to fuck your brains out. Maybe next time you won’t be such a bitch to me all day.”
Beverly surrendered completely to his masterful seduction and her body began to vibrate with liquid fire.
If sin had a face, it was Mark’s.
He secured her ankles to the desk legs, and began to undress, standing in between her thighs, forcing her to feel his hard body against her soft one. The smell of lust began to permeate through the room, the scent intoxicating. Slowly his hands moved downward, skimming either side of her body to her thighs. He ran his hand over her soaking wet passageway, and his fingers burned into her tingling folds.
