Dusk forces the sky into submission, ravaging the light into cloaked dark. My naked body trembles and I approach the robed priestess at her beckon. She extends her hand to me, her slender alabaster fingers glowing in subtle moon and starlight. I feel short and small next to her. My breath falls into my throat. This priestess in her cold silk robe intrigues...
She was freezing. It was mid december and she was shivering in the streets of London trying to sell matches wich even she wouldn't buy, if she had the money to spend. They were around a pence per stick, nowhere near affordable for the normal working crowd, especially for something they wouldn't use. But times were tough and she knew she couldn't return 'home...
[Note: This has been edited, revised, and expanded based upon your comments. Thank you very much.] * "I wish I were a lesbian." What? Had Nancy heard correctly? Did Dianne really say that? Nancy turned from the TV to stare at Dianne. Two actresses had just gotten married to one another in California, and Dianne and Nancy were watching a Hollywood news &...
WEDNESDAY 3:00 PM: For over a year, Mistress' trusted K-street lobbist had worked to close a lucrative government contract for her, and the deal had finally been closed. Grant had been to her home many times during the negotiations, and never had she hid her lifestyle from him. He met all eight of her Petgirls at one time or another, usually as nude waitres...
I The English room was always a bit cold, and Erin knew this, but never prepared for it. It is a cold March morning, but instead of a warm sweater and pants, she opts to wear a blue plaid skirt and tight black sweater. Her legs are warm, except for just above the knees, where they are not covered by knee-highs. Goosebumps appear all over them, and Erin rubs...
There she was again, trapped in a daze with her elbow rested on the table, chin in palm and mouth slightly open. You'd swear her eyes would soon turn into hearts and she would start to drool if she dared to look any longer. The rest of the world was nonexistent, all sounds and movements didn't occur to her as she stared deeply at her huge crush from way acro...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.* "Ryan! Get the, damn it, get the door," Sharon Luquette called out, mopping the sweat from her forehead with her towel. Ryan either did not hea...
Southern Nights 03. – Going south. The distant humming of the jet engines was a comfortable and almost dizzying background noise that made Mary feel quite sleepy. Sleepy and very relaxed. Probably because she had been through some very intense days of work and preparations, and the exhaustion hit back on her now. Not too much, but quite unmistakingly. And...
A Lover once asked me: If you had to explain why you love cunnilingus so much, how would you describe it? And do you really love it as much as you say? I truly pondered how I should answer these questions because her inquiry was so honest and deserved a full explanation! As to the question: "Do I love it?" Oh do I ever. I love it when I run my hand over a...
Her mouth. That's what he's been digging for, what she does with her mouth. Now that it's broached, he's not sure he can stand to hear it. She lays along the length of him so close he can feel the warmth of her, but they barely touch. In the ten years they've been married, there have likely been a dozen maids, lasses and whores he's known more and bedded mo...