Not every child can give its mother a string of orgasms as it is born -- not when the echography shows that it is actually a couple of ischiopagus Siamese twins, and they could only be brought to life via a Caesarean section. They were really beautiful girls, and were named Dionaea (the one at the right) and Cytherea (the one at the left), alternate names o...
I finally forced myself out of the car and took belabored steps toward the door. I had never been here-- hell, I barely knew her. But could I resist? Every fantasy was culminating in that one real moment. She opened the door. I slowly scanned upward from my bashful downward gaze to discover that she was naked. She was fucking naked-- And she was glorious....
It was delicious having an afternoon off work, and to be able to spend it with my fiancée, Sarah, was very heaven. Generous soul that she was, Sarah insisted that as she had had an orgasm out in the sand dunes, I should have one back at the hotel. Being equally giving, I saw no reason to deprive her of that goal. By the time we reached the hotel, it was go...
Chapter Four: Lucy and Lorelei Lexi: I have always been a rational and skeptical person. I'd stopped believing in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny when I was five years old, and I had... never ...believed in ghosts, or any other supernatural claptrap for that matter. But when I walked into the bedroom, and was confronted by that...apparition...I almost j...
Astrid looked across the room at her son illuminated by the fire but obscured by the mist of its smoke. She hoped he wouldn't wake up and wonder what his parents were doing on the straw mattress opposite. Not that he wasn't used to the lovemaking Thorvald and she enjoyed together, especially after the long night of feasting that led to this moment of passion...
I was sitting on the couch in the family room, bored and lonely. That damn clock, that incessantly ticking five-dollar clock, was driving me crazy again. She was late again. Andrea, dear friend and–at least from my end–love, was half an hour late again. Desperately I needed to see her again, and yet she was nowhere to be found. I thought of her beautiful fa...
It was another restless night. I laid in bed for what seemed like forever, unable to drive off to sleep. I tried to relax, and nothing seemed to help. After what seemed like forever, my mind started to finally wander into those random "day-dreams", in which fantasy melds with memory. A date I had last month with Jeff melded with a scene from a "bodice rippe...
(*) The new neighbor (*) Janet and I have been living in our house for the last six months or so. Last month the old couple living next door has moved out, and their apartment remained empty up to last week. We were hoping that the old couple's place would be taken by new neighbors who will share our age group, so that we could have more friends our age. L...
Note: This is part two of the short series that began with Marilyn. Apologies that it's taken so long to post. This part will make more sense if you've read part one first. All characters are over the age of 18. As usual comments, observations and suggestions are welcome either by posting here or email. Many thanks for your previous encouragement. _________...
The rags Rebekkah wore barely covered her modesty. It was impossible for them to cover both breasts. As she struggled along the muddy track, the rotting shoes on her feet let in the moisture from the earth while each step exposed her bare crotch to the chill of the late March wind. But Rebekkah had long ago lost all sense of propriety or dignity. And if her...