Nadia leaned back and relaxed. Chris placed his nose up to her foot and sniffed at it like a dog in heat. He knew that he was supposed to be repelled by the smell of her feet, but he found their aroma intoxicating; their sweaty, pungent odor aroused him. Her feet had those feminine angles and curves to them that he found so completely desirable and irresisti...
True to form, when Stainforth was revived in his new surroundings, he was as cocky as when he had passed out. Ruth was had partly manufactured this as it suited her. She would get great pleasure from breaking him. He was at first made to think that this was still some choreographed game. The women had also drugged him to maintain an air of non-anxiety within...
"If we were alone in private, what would you do? Would you kiss it?" She asked. "What?" I replied, stunned, embarrassed to have been caught gawking at her perfectly formed ass. "I love how red you get, how embarrassed you are, it's so cute!" She was the newest junior partner and she was celebrating hard at our Christmas party. "Thanks for voting for me." S...
Authors Note: Please take note that this chapter is the last in Gift of the Old, it is extremely plot heavy and the sex scenes are as extreme as my preferences allow. With that said, please tell me what you think of it, and don't forget to rate. Thank you very much. ***** I had left Credo to his flashback, or whatever it was. My lust and powerful new urge...
When Sybian owners offer rides on Craigslist: This email chain resulted in the fantasy coming true. Well worth it. It takes the carnival ride aspect of the Sybian and makes it a distance second place to the connection that human beings share when able to completely and unabashedly express themselves. Craigslist post: Casual Encounters, m4w: Sybian rides....
Author's Note: I am genuinely surprised by the sheer volume of positive feedback. Never in a million years would I have imagined that the general public might have a deep intellectual interest in advanced sexual/psychological theory. My prestigious colleagues who have studied the Prussian theory thought I was mad attempting to give life to the primal fantasy...
She glided across the dance floor, music blaring, bass thumping, people grinding. Her steps were fluid, magical, ephemeral. Her hips swayed to the music, her arms floating about her in rhythmic patterns, her feet touching the floor there, there, and... there. She watched him, knowing he watched her. Surreptitiously at first, more demanding as she realized h...
My tongue moved slowly from my wife's pussy to her asshole, and her resulting reactions had us in divorce court within weeks. Not that our marriage was anything to write home about, because her parents and mine were not that pleased with our choices for a mate. Slowly I tried to re-enter the dating scene, allowing myself several hook-ups from friends, but...
Ryuku fumbled up the steps towards the temple. Thirty-thousand and fifteen steps. To any other person, it would seem sheer madness to put that many steps up a mountain to only terminate at an apparently dilapidated place formally used to venerate the Ancient Ones. The sweat dripped down her bosom, forming abstract symbols upon her shirt disturbingly similar...
Grateful thanks to Rumple for his help. * * * * * So you asked me what it was like. With that small smile hovering around your lips and those eyes sweeping my face, loath to miss even the smallest expression that crossed it. It was an innocent enough question. I could have asked you what you meant, even though I knew, but that would have just broken the sp...