It was a day just like any other day, except today hadn't been the greatest of them all. Deanna works for this company where she does telephone surveys regarding all types of consumer products, and today she got stuck on a shitty automotive survey everyone always tried to avoid. "What a day ... " she mumbled to herself as she got into her car and drove off...
The monk arrived at the monastery just before dusk, as the chill mountain winds began to awake. Freed from the setting sun's embrace, their fingers poked and prodded at the layers of wool that covered humanity's frailty. A cold place. A dangerous place for the unprepared. Or the unwilling. For the monk, though, it was home. Frost had accumulated on his beard...
Someone handed the naked woman a herringbone jacket as she stepped off the stage on legs wobbly from adrenaline and vodka. She blushed again as she clutched it to her bare, floppy breasts and the thunderous applause briefly rose in volume. "See?" I said to George, "Things are getting interesting." George rolled his eyes as he finished his expansive yawn. "...
Elizabeth here: This is Ch.04 of The Downhill Fey Forest. Read the other parts if you haven’t already. I hope you enjoy it: happy reading! ~~~~~ ~~~~~ At four in the afternoon, Alban heard the two fairies giggle above him again. There were trenches all around this part of the forest, and he already suspected that Sundrop and Snowdrop’s prank was going to i...
Indiscreet Memoirs of a Fashion Photographer Part 3 Try anything once. Joy was an aptly named young teen model I got to know quite well working for a teen magazine back in the seventies. She was the epitome of the bubbly blonde; friendly, a bit crazy but great to work with. She was not tall but had a great figure, small high breasts, lovely legs, and a fa...
That evening he went to Muthusamy’s house as usual. Sitting under the neem tree in front of the house, Muthusamy and Ramu talked about this and that, while Ponni went about doing her housework, giving sly looks at Ramu once in a while. As dusk set in, Ramu excused himself, and went home. Ponni was waiting for him just outside the gate by the hedge. Pretendin...
It's very late at night, and I'm standing in front of the floor length bedroom windows, looking out at the trees silhouetted against the snow. As I slowly remove my blouse, the chilly air emanating from the window caresses my uncovered breasts. The cool air licks at my nipples and they become hard points. I step closer and tentatively touch my nipples to the...
Warning: This story makes reference to various groups and religions as tongue in cheek (being a pagan, a goth, and an artist). Some viewers may be offended. If you think you may fall into the category of easily taking things personally, I suggest you find something else to read. Once upon a time there was a young Gothic dude named Ernest. Now Ernest wasn't...
The air was heavy with the humidity and the heat was unbearable. There was no breeze to stir the drooping leaves on the trees outside the open window. Even the crickets' and frogs' usual cacophony was subdued. Moonlight slanted across the restless woman on the bed. She dozed fitfully, all the time aware of the thick air, the damp sheets, the discomfort. She...
It had been a long day yesterday, and thoughts of work to be done filled my mind as I woke, groggy and blurry. Stretching ever so slowly, loosening my muscles and relaxing, my head leaned to the side and a gentle sigh crossed my lips. The sheets had run, unabashedly, from her smooth, silky skin, exposing her beautiful, shapely ass and legs, with the slighte...