I pull her skirt off, almost ripping it in the process. I crawl up between her legs and plant kisses in my way up til I'm at her throat. I feel her ha...ds on the hem of my shirt and I sit up slightly so she can pull it the rest of the way off. I feel her hands skating around my toned muscles. I crush my mouth to hers. Devouring her and she moans. I start to grind against her pushing my erection against her clit making her gasp. I pull back. "Are you ready?" I ask her. She nods. I grab my dick. They are all behaving like spectators at a tennis match as if I had just sent the ball back across the net. What the hell is going on?She smiled, unreadable, and lovely. “Honeyed words well spoken. Still, a mortal heart yearns for much and more. Ambitions burn ever bright among your kind. What do you desire?”Well, shit. Logan thought. For reasons he could not begin to understand, the queen was not going to take no for an answer. After nearly fucking him to death, she was all but demanding that. And it might be infectious. A silly, ridiculous, funny story about a guy who keeps getting attacked by the suddenly cock-hungry women around him. God, but that title name is awful though... I'll take any suggestions with anything better in the comments. [Status: Chapter Eight Released - 30/08/2022]Caffeinated Quickies: Honeyed Housewife (A Bimbo Bakery Short Story) - Mike comes home after receiving a big promotion to find his wife a very changed woman. A short, light, mildly silly story written. Last night had been his turn to host “card night” with the guys, so I knew it would be unlikely to see him stir much before nine. I hoped he wasn’t too hung over. He had been working away from home for the past week and I wanted a good hard fuck.From the chest of drawers I took out a sports bra, socks and running shorts and without putting them on, went down the hallway. I set the coffee for a one hour time delay start, put on my running gear, turned on the TV and then selected a program on the.