I own all copyrights to this submission, please do not use this story for your own board/site without my permission thank you. ***** The beat hypnotizes me, rocking me back and forth, my body vibrating my lips parted, eyes closed. I move; my hips swaying, my arms out and above me, feeling comatose and at the same time so alive. Sweat glistens on my body....
With apologies to Joe Cocker. My proofreader enjoyed this story best when he had the Joe Cocler Song “You Can Leave Your Hat On” ready to play as he read this. If you want to do this, hit play the same time the “heroine” does in the story. * * * * * Another long day at work. You finish up, wondering what the evening will bring. Gathering your things, you p...
It started off like any normal day. The alarm went off. Sarah slowly brought herself out of a dream, the persistant buzz finally penetrating her memory. Time to wake up. Sarah turned over, as per usual, and switched off the alarm. Looking at the clock, then at her watch; 6.30am. "Yep, I do have work and I have to get up," she thought. Turning on the ster...
“I did it!” Gwenpool yelled as she triumphantly held up Thanos’ Infinity Gauntlet. “I beat Thanos just like Squirrel Girl did that one time! Or wait...did she beat a clone?” Gwen pondered that thought for a moment and she took of her mask to reveal her blonde hair with the tips dyed pink, her hair brushed her mid back while she walked towards the superheroes...
Disturbed by the last visitation and the revelation of myself in the library in different times, I needed to find some way of making sense of all this and, especially, to see if I could figure out what I was doing in two places, two times. For I was convinced that I had seen myself in the library alcove, so I needed to know what had happened to me (him) back...
You're listening to sensual music, feeling the beat. Then the beat gets into your blood and you feel it inside. An image comes into your head: she is before you, on her knees, and takes you into her mouth, all while you are listening to the music. Her tongue darts around you in time with the music. He says: that works... She continues: She cups your...
It was five minutes before eight, the choreographer gave his final instructions and complimented everyone on their work. Byron, the gallery owner reminded the dancers to continue to move around the gallery after their performance in order to highlight the hanging works. The lead dancer, took a deep breath delighted to be leading three such talented naked wom...
Hey, there. My name is Shaniqua Brown and by my own admission, I'm a big black bitch from the ghetto. At six-foot-one and 230 pounds, I personify ghetto gal power through and true. My skin is jet-black and I have never wished for it to be lighter. Light skin isn't an advantage. It's something people with nothing else going on for them say to make themselves...
I thank JustASimpleGirl for comments and editing. All errors are my own. ***** "I want to watch you strip for me." I whisper in your ear as we enter the hotel room with you in the lead. My hand in the small of your back and my breath warm on your neck and ear. I see the flush run down your neck and feel the shudder in your spine. We step into the room an...
It was only about 2 o'clock and Derek was not back till around 8pm when Paula went upstairs to their house. She flopped into her chair and thought back to the events of the day so far. The spanking she received from John, when she masturbated herself with that large cucumber and rubbed her pussy and when he called her all those names and demanded that she po...