I asked her for her hand. She looked at me in surprise. I said, "I won't do anything. I promise. I'd never do anything without your consent, my darling. Please, your hand in mine." With that Eden's face began to ease, and she placed her hand in mine. I held her hand for a long time. The power of her fingers lingering with mine, was so intense, I almost shut...
A special thanks to joshman110 and CandidBandit for my primary sources of inspiration. In the middle of the night you had a dream. Before you was a spirit of lust upon a throne of fire offering to make one sexual fantasy come true. You admit to imagining yourself in a world where everyone is %100 woman (not a futa) but can both impregnate and be impregnated....
I am rubbing my tits, twisting and pinching, and thinking of you. Pulling my nipple rings, little fingers through them, thinking of you. I am plunging a finger in and out of my cunt, thinking of you. Now, two, then three. Unable to fist myself, but thinking of you, who can. Licking my sex-slick, closing my eyes, smelling my odours - created by thinking of...
It's been a couple of years now since I completed the ritual and claimed Carrie's soul. She has turned out to be a real asset to my now growing list of women that perform for me. I could never replace her like I once thought I could, her being my first soul possession and by far my favorite. I guess she was the most pure and most challenging. I can still se...
We set out for the Armenian border in stages. Mel put it about that I was indisposed and needed a rest, which explained my absence from the Grand Serail. I asked myself, again and again, why I was doing this? The plan was to go to war with the Mongol client kingdom, and to exact from the Khan the release of the Jews he held, but something told me this was a...
I went to my studio and sat at the computer. It was not possible to work under these circumstances. I sat there, staring at the screen saver. After several minutes, I listlessly clicked on Mozilla Firefox, then typed "butterfly tattoo Laura" in the Google search box. Surprisingly, I got an immediate link to site named "Love Unbound." Clicking the link, I was...
Hello, there. My name is Samantha Villiers. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and athletic yet big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University. Life is okay these days. Playing rugby and learning all I can about business management, those are my priorities. Not much else to do, r...
The Reverend and Sheila dropped me off at home after spending 5 and half days breeding me with an unknown number of preachers in their remote cabin in Mississippi. I wouldn't know for weeks whether their plan to impregnate me had worked. My parents met me at the car and my dad grabbed my bag from the Reverend and asked about his trip. I listened while the Re...
Angela and I had fallen into a comfortable routine by now. We lived 90 minutes away from each other and didn't see each other everyday, but we did talk everyday. And when we did need to see each other, it was easy to just get into the car and travel to the other. More and more people had now found out about us and it had somehow reached the public. I was un...
Tingles (Chapter 2), The Hotel Room. Alison strode nervously up to room 237 and after a brief pause she knocked on the door. She had walked across the road and trying to avoid eye contact with the reception staff had taken the elevator to the second floor. If someone had asked her why she was in the hotel and not on her way to work, she would have struggled...