Dianorla opened the door to the temple by pushing the door inwards with her body weight. It was dark outside now and she had been alone as she walked around the temple complex. She needed to be on her own sometimes. The only way to achieve complete privacy at the temple complex was to walk in the dark when no one could see her. In the daytime there were alwa...
It was around 11pm on a Friday night when I received the first text message from Kat. I had only gotten home from work less than an hour ago and my mind was still consumed by the world of schedules, order forms, and phone calls. Kat messaging me at such a time of night was peculiar. Usually we only exchanged calls or texts during normal business hours and he...
I follow you to our seats toward the back of the plane and hand you my carry on luggage to stow in the overhead bin. We settle into our cramped quarters and get comfortable, well, as comfortable as you can get in an airplane seat. There's a bit of bumping and shoulder knocking as we straighten seatbelts and get out our in-flight entertainment. For you, a boo...
Chapter 1 Legacy A Tale from Skyra by T. J. Skywind Location: Eastern side of the Starfall Mountains, south of Cedardale, northern Anzac Date: Jan 12, 1990 Note: There is no sex in this story, but it is a preliminary tale to Dayanna of House Sorena. It's a straight adventure, introducing characters who will figure in later chapters. * * * * * Within t...
Rose-Marie felt truly blessed by nature, as she stood naked on the balcony of her father's palatial white mansion looking out onto her father's ornate garden. Not only had she the good fortune to have been born and to continue to live here in St Lucia, one of the most pleasant corners of the French Empire, but she also had the good fortune of possessing a we...
Crawling was never a particularly elegant mode of movement. Eleanor had practiced long and hard in readiness for this moment, arranged mirrors to afford her a side and back view as she carefully rehearsed, but still the degree of ease or control that would have satisfied her ever searching sense of worth remained beyond reach. The curtain at the far end of t...
As always folks, some of this is truth, and some is embellished truth - you decide. And thank you for your comments on my other stories. FL ------------------------------------------------- Monika Braxwell reached up and smacked the $20 bill onto the dancer's ass. The crisp bill stayed put. The dancer's sweat acted like an adhesive to that and the other co...
My friend had this 1958 Chevy. It was an obscene colossus of a car with a paint job consisting of peeling blue enamel, gray primer, body putty and rust. It used a rusty wire coat hanger as a radio antenna. Whenever one of the two massive doors slammed shut, a fine effluvium of rust would drift from the rocker panel to the ground. Inside the vast interior pl...
We'd fought about it last night. Her Christmas gifts to me were always so calculated, ordinary, useful, unexciting. Many times, I was sure she'd chosen something that actually served her purpose more than it served mine such as the time she bought me the snow blower after complaining that I never shoveled the drive. Over the years, I began to dread the holid...
I'm sitting in the kitchen of my childhood home, still thinking of Jenny, the girl with whom I had first explored my sexuality. With all these memories playing through my head, I had been pretty turned on when I sat down, and sitting here sipping some water I feel my cock, still half swollen, cradled in silk. I lean back in my chair and slip the fingers of...