~ "The night-time of the body is the daytime of the soul" ~ Tantric saying. Last night I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I looked in the dictionary of dreams that I keep in my bedside table to see if there is any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that has happen...
(Dear readers. If you are not entertained by a story that dwells on the size of a man's cock, then this story is not for you.) Betsy Duncan started dating Chuck Gibson their senior year at Southern University of New Orleans. Her mother had sent her to the University to catch herself a bright husband, and Chuck was all of that. Chuck had a sparkling wit and...
Here she was once again on her knees with a strange man's cock in her mouth in a submissive posture that didn't remotely represent her personality. At least it was a nice cock---hard and smooth and fat just the way she liked them. The man---whatever his name was---smelled good. When he had kissed her there was no hint of cigarettes, too much beer or a lack o...
Chapter 36 The mists slowly rolled back, and he gasped as the pain lanced through him. He tried to focus his eyes, his mouth seemed full of ashes. He stared up at a figure with a naval shirt on as the figure bent over him. The face smiled and lifted his head to drink from a glass, the water seemed the best drink he had ever had. He saw the lips moving and s...
(Hello everyone, this is a story that has been written for a very special reader of mine.) Intro Monroe Smith had everything pretty well figured out for himself. He was 43, his hair was brown and slightly greying, but his hairline hadn't really receded thanks to the hair implants he had done about a year back. He had never been a big guy when it came to mu...
After Porn "I... I... can't do this, Jake!" my girlfriend said to me with a low and trembling voice. "You don't know what you are doing...," she added. Her look was directed to her dessert plate. She took my hand and put the Cartier diamond ring in my palm. "Keep it!" she said while trying to avoid my eyes. "I don't deserve it!" Her hand was trembling. Sh...
Author's note: We have come to the final verse of this song. It ends with a wedding, mostly. Sex is not the point, but what else do newly-weds do? I hope you have enjoyed Siobhan's story. She is very dear to me. Chapter 32 – Primary School New Hampshire has two Congressional Districts. The smaller 1st District covered Manchester and the thickly populat...
++++++++ Part 2 of 2 ++++++++ I don't consider myself an expert, but as a (sort of) person with no formal training, I think I'm a decent watercolor painter after almost six months of practice. Master has complimented my skills, saying he tried to pick up painting but doesn't have the patience for it. Today I want to start my most ambitious project: a ful...
George Appplewhite lay on his sheet, on his metal framed bed with its chipped cream paint. Outside the Gangetic plain offered up its steamy heat and its swill and ordure. The ceiling fan droned and creaked, stirring the sluggish air. This was his junior teacher's bedroom- hardly bigger than a closet- where he had slept since his arrival in India to teach at...
Thanks to Ravenna933 for her copyediting and plot development suggestions. ***** I woke to the call of prayer blasting through the hotel window. I groaned and rolled over, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 6 AM, and I remembered this least favourite aspect of sharing a bed with Rania, the necessity of all Muslims to rise with the su...