Kollany Thirty-Five is an Erotic Novel in Eight Parts. It is set in the future on a deep space colony and follows the life of Princess Shumara Seven from the time that her plot to assassinate her father, King Humana One, fails to the day of her sentencing and judgement one week later.

A Slave To Politics Part 7

A slight, smug smile can be seen as Brittany worked her evil magic with this wicked device. She knows what a spectacle I can make of myself if I did not maintain control. I just want to rip my clothes off and fuck something, anything. The throbbing in my clit is so intense that it is now painful. I fight for my breath. My hips gyrate in slow, uncontrollable small circles. Please God, help me fight this. I can't embarrass myself in like this. My life will be ruined.

THE TEAM FROM THE RICH SUBURBS #1  #1

Synthia Piper was almost at the top.

Part 1 of 5

Ok, it was as much my fault as anybody. I had as much as asked for this, encouraging Adam to do what he wished. I just wished he didn't have so many vivid fantasies. I had no idea how long I had been down here. I was having trouble telling the passage of time. I was blindfolded, but could feel the bright spot of light splashing down on me. 

Lisa comes out of the bedroom, wearing her blue teddy with a terrycloth
robe over it. It is belted tight around her waist, as she passes, where her
husband, Peter is sitting at the table with one other guy. She doesn't
know him; but he is one really big dude. Tall and wide, he watches her as she
walks to the bathroom.

The poker game is over for the night, it seems. Looking at the pile
of chips in front of the newcomer and the look on her husband's face, things
didn't go well for him tonight or should she say this morning. It is

CHAPTER 1

It was late in the day. I was trying to decide whether to stop at the Bahnhof where they served the best wurst in Berlin, or to go home and add a cup of water to a bowl of dried soup when she walked in.

She was beautiful, too beautiful for my dingy little office. She was wearing a dress that was not meant for anything other than evening. It molded every curve as it moved around her body. I didn't know what to look at first, the pointed nipples, the flat stomach, or the juncture of her legs that was so pronounced.

-= Part One =-

Devon consulted the guide book again, but couldn't find 
anything that described the giant dilapidated building 
across the street. Oh well, she thought. Just because 
it's old, doesn't mean it's important. She looked 
around her, then frowned in irritation, her brow 
furrowing above her steel-rimmed aviator glasses.