The prologue of this tale is both short and fragmented, like the recollections of a terrible dream. A bargain made under cover of night, a peasant couple exchange their first-born daughter for their very survival. In those grim times, such a trade is not completely unheard of. But, the creature who had caught the husband thieving in her garden was no ordinar...
I grab a few necessary things to take into the bathroom with me and ask you to take the rest of the toys down stairs. While in the bathroom I paint up my face all dark and slutty then braid my hair with the section of rope that has been cut for that purpose. Once I'm ready to get dressed I put on my corset and matching thong. Putting my bathrobe on so you ca...
Sherry's hands were slick with sweat, and she surreptitiously wiped them on her jeans, hoping like hell that no one noticed. She was supposed to be confident, in charge, but felt very unsure of herself in the moments leading up to the ceremony. Her first healing ceremony, after long years of study and practice, and she was finally trusted enough to take th...
Votes and comments help make a better writer and are very much appreciated. This is my first true BDSM story. Chapter Six - The Horse Whisperer Rebecca heard the Clarke woman speak and put the binoculars down on the dash. On her laptop in the passenger seat the WiFi feed from the farm office camera, hijacked by her bug, lit up the screen. Finally, Rebecca...
I slept upon on the stone altar of Banius, naked and alone. I had gathered my lush red hair behind my back to cradle my lithe, limber body. I could sense him even in my sleep. He was watching my rounded breasts rise and fall as I took slow, deep breaths. Curiously and cautiously, he ventured closer. His eyes scanned the altar, making certain I had no dagger...
Thank you for comments and input from my friends in the dive deep pool room. Fond gratitude to Leaves for careful editing. * Lying on my stomach, wearing only the silk dress, playfully wiggling my legs and feet. Lifting the braid at the back of my head, keeping the hair off my neck. Thinking of him imagining me, feeling the tingling. Lightly tracing the...
Things in this story are not canon. They are not meant to be. I do hope you enjoy it. (There is a "Terms explained" at the end of the chapter for unfamiliar words, language translation, and specific term usage.) This is the beginning of Æiristus' (drow) and Silwynn's (sylvan elf) story - it has more of an erotic lean to it now than originally intend...
Naomi is the ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine. She has a killer figure, 5 feet 7 inches with 34 DD boobs, 28 inch waist and 36 inch hips. She has long, silky black hair that flows down to her butt and a sexy, sultry smile and face that gives guys instant hard-ons. She is originally Sri Lankan, but born and brought up abroad. She is, in all senses of the wor...
This is story involves rimming, enemas, anal and BDSM between an older man and a younger woman, told from the woman's perspective. If that is not your thing, you've been warned, otherwise, read and enjoy. ******** Hi, I'm Tammy, I'm 23 and live with my grandma and take care of her as my parents don't want to put her in a nursing home. I'm a newly graduated...
Life is more dramatic than drama 6.30 AM It was early morning; I heard loud noises from the corridor of our Hostel. I came out of the room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle was found besides the bed. Gandhi married six months earlier to Madhusmita, studying...