She couldn't really understand what was surging through her. The only emotion that came close to describing it would be brutal passion, if there was such a thing. She felt his hand on her thigh and shuddered at the very touch of his fingers. Finally enduring his touch was almost as torture some as having to live and breathe without it. She craved him, lusted...
The smell of the pine sap and the sounds of the woods woke her up. Moira sat up in bed, stretched and yawned, the cotton sheets falling from her upper body, sending a rash of chill bumps as the cold, morning air hit her chest, hardening her nipples. She crawled naked from her bed, and moving through the small cabin to the kitchen, she sleepily turned on the...
And there I stood... my body glazed in red silk, each fold as it lay on my body created a beautiful masterpiece of artwork. Needless to say, I felt like royalty. I felt beautiful. These feelings, however, were mired by the fact that I was laying in my beautiful red silk robe in a room with many. many. people... I stood in the middle of all of them on a sort...
Since I began writing long lost memories have been coming back to me. This is one of them. It happened not long after we moved into our first house. We had married the year before but had been together for about three years. We were enjoying a long, languid session on a hot Sunday afternoon. The kids were away staying with their father, my ex husband, and w...
Playing with taboo requires a lot of trust and hardiness, and a lot of us are turned on by the very thing that we loathe and fear. Many of us are sexually aroused by that which we feel repelled by. Consider the case of Stephen Valentin, a big and tall, burly Black man who is quite outspoken in his criticism of police, racial profiling, and North America’s ch...
Authors note: I would like to personnally thank Little Cloud (Cloudy) for helping me with the translations used in this story. It was my hope to better personalize it, as well as authenticate this story for your enjoyment. So again, my thanks to her for doing this for me. It was nearly time. He would soon make his own way to the place of his fathers. A plac...
The air was cool, as she slipped her dress from her slender shoulders. She looked towards the window and walked over, carefully shutting it then drawing the curtains. There was no need for her neighbors to see her private life, even though they barely know her and she barely knows them. She had recently moved into the area two months ago after leaving the se...
It has been 18 years since Marc retired from his construction job collecting the pension he accumulated over the thirty years he worked. Rebecca his wife, who everyone affectionately calls Becca, was a house wife who took care of the kids. She also took care of her mother and father until they passed away, so she has had very little work experience outside o...
Written for and inspired by abbey She was bathed in a soft comforting warm light, struggling to open her eyes, so very bright. Her mind was spinning with infinitely many questions: "Am I dead? How did I get here? Where is here? What happened?" There was something else, something she couldn't understand, her head hurt, it felt as if her mind had been rummage...
Joanne missed her husband, Rod, when he was away, he was a lot these days. Leaving her to her own company. At least she had her friend, Amy, and they spent a lot of time in each others company. Joanne was 32, and Amy was 37, the same age as Rod, with her own hubby, Ted, being older at 41. Ted never really got on with Rod and was glad of the frequent trips he...