It is hard to explain what is so beautiful about watching a woman touching herself. It is so celestial in appearance, yet it causes the basic instincts of carnality to be exposed to men and women observing the act. It is this idea that forms the basis of today's situation. My wife is a very conservative woman to the outside world. Each day, she leaves for...
Special thanks to Livi for the translation. Without her my story would be nearly unenjoyable. *********************** Author's Note: This is the begining of a lesbian story at all, but this chapter is based on hetero sex. If you've got problem with any of them, this isn't a story to you. To the others, I hope, you will enjoy it. ********************* A...
Part 1 - "Like It Or Not, Bitch!" The August, Friday night was blazing-hot; Kayla wiped sweat off her forehead while thinking she was going to do likewise when she reached under her dress, to realize that the moisture glistening on the fuck-hump between her legs consisted largely of twat-juice. That was in contradiction to her seeming to be sweet, which th...
Hi, everyone. My name is Lucifer. Son of The Morning. I trust all of you good Christian lads and lasses know the name. You may call me Iblis if you're Muslim or Has-Shatan if you're Jewish. How are you doing today? I've got some news to share with you. I want to apologize. Yes, I want to apologize to all of mankind. Uh, and womankind as well. Doesn't matter...
It was the spring of 1938 when Giles showed me the bordello. It was he assured me no ordinary place of sex. Having lived in Paris all my life I didn't think there was anything I hadn't already seen and done. But with conviction, he told me that what I'd find there was unlike anything I could or would expect. Cleverly, he never told me exactly what it was. S...
You've heard this story a thousand times already, I'm sure. Some of you probably know all the verses by heart. And yet, all you're familiar with is but a fabulation, a convoluted lie created to indoctrinate the masses. Reality as a whole is quite different, and it's that difference you're about to unearth for within lies the genesis of your being, the unseen...
Bill slumped over and padded at her piano. He fumbled around and listened to himself. He only looked at the room's decorations like the wide square of sun that burst through the French doors. A golden Victorian clock on the mantelpiece. The teacher's cleavage, made thick and pert by her black cotton dress. The hardwood floor. Her fair skin, each half-breast...
This is a tutorial, part one, of creating compelling conversations to wow your readers, and propel your story, and dialogue. Creating realistic dialogue is an important aspect of writing. Good conversation simply does not consist of a listing of He said this, she said that, he growled, she purred, they hissed, etcetera. People do not purr, or hiss, or chir...
A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard. "Who...
The ceremony had ended and the priests were walking down the dirt pathway leading from the altar back to the main building. Calina watched the hooded figures walk in two lines, their robes dragging in the dust. The last two priests were helping support a naked young woman as she walked with them. As she got closer, Calina could see a faint trickle of blood r...