All Chapters of Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

The rays of dawn had just started dispersing the morning mists above the town of Bheketha. The town itself lay in ruins, ransacked, and the rebels had set up camp among the sprawling, forested hillsides that enclosed the valley.Anaria Kaelon awoke slowly. For a merciful moment, she forgot where she was. Then it all came rushing back, crashing in. She was in the rebel encampment at Eagle Hill, inside the tent of her captor. Her captor was none other than Gorlann, the infamous gladiator-general of the rebels. He had her under his complete control. She was his slave -- sex slave especially, a naked plaything and spoil-of-war to the gladiator and not much more. Her poor father had tried to rescue her, only to be caught himself... and now a terrifying fate awaited him.Anaria remembered well Gorlann's awful promise from the night before: 'Sleep now, bitch. You can watch me castrate your father in the morning.'Naked, the slender, dark-haired girl found herself laying on her side on a blan

Kelby's swollen, pulsing shaft was enveloped by the warm, wet folds of his mother's vagina. Her pink, muscular walls gripped him snugly, the unique texture of rugae and ridges providing exquisite friction against his sensitive penile flesh.It was especially pleasurable on the inward thrust when the skin of the 18-year-old's long, turgid penis was pulled taut and his glans mushroomed outward, hugging his mother's cervical ring.Hailey's arousal coated Kelby's manhood, mixing with his leaking pre-goo to allow him to glide smoothly in and out of her slick channel.Hailey's sexy legs were hooked over her boy's shoulders, her dainty feet with red polished toenails pointed back towards her marital headboard. The position elevated her hips, tilting her pelvis upwards. This angle caused her plump, rounded ass cheeks to spread apart, exposing the tight pink pucker nestled between them.Each powerful thrust from Kelby rocked his mother's entire body, making her oversized boobie-orbs bounce and

"Your brother has to come!"Whenever Hailey asked permission to do something fun, her mother had one solution: your brother has to come. It made Hailey nuts.Hailey wanted to hangs out with friends at the mall? "Your brother has to come."Hailey wanted to go to the movies with a super cute boy? "Your brother has to come."And tonight, when Hailey had finally been invited to one of Madison Hawser's famously fantastic parties? Well, then, Mom had the perfect solution. "Your brother has to come."It was beyond annoying. Hailey was a sophomore in college, for God's sake. Just because she was stuck living at home, that didn't make her a child. She should be able to go wherever she wanted without having to drag along her awkward, high schooler brother, Tommy. He was like an anchor with long legs and curly hair.But that's what made it so perfect, you see? Tommy, had only just turned 18, so Hailey couldn't take him out to a bar. Tommy was gangly, shy, only ever comfortable in front of comput

Then Hailey looked up and found she was staring right at her brother. His eyes looked distant - probably no different than her own. They were across the room. Being pleasured by two different people. Yet somehow it felt to Hailey like it was her and her brother only. Locked together in this world of exquisite ecstasy. An intimacy far beyond anything Tyler was doing to her with his tongue.The siblings' eyes met.Hailey's orgasm rose up like the tide and overwhelmed her. From toes to legs to breasts right over the top of her head and she was gone. Swallowed."CuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMMMMMMMMMING!" she shouted. And she knew that she was telling him. Tom. Not the crowd or the man between her legs, but her brother. She wanted him to know she was climaxing so that he could share that moment with her, too.Hailey tried to hold Tom's eyes as she went over but they snapped shut as her whole body cinched in pleasure. The next one rolled over her. Then the next and the next and the next.The crowd r

Scott pumped his arm and launched the football my way, a perfect spiral. I jogged a few steps back and to my right, just enough to pull it down. Then I repositioned and sailed a pass back to him, a little wobble marring an otherwise smooth arc. Scott made an over-the-shoulder basket catch. The showoff.I said, "Nice snag, man. You've been practicing.""A little. Gotta stay sharp, right?"Scott and I played football together in high school, but college was a different story. I go to the University of Nebraska and Scott goes to Texas A&M, both huge football schools. You have to be damn good to play Husker or Aggie football, and neither of us are that good. We both play on intramural squads, but it isn't the same as the real deal--no stadium full of cheering fans, no fancy weight room, no scholarship.It was the day after Thanksgiving. Scott and I were both home from college, enjoying the gorgeous mid-70s temperatures with some quality time in my back yard while most of my family was sho