She woke up sometime later. The day had already fallen into a peaceful afternoon, but since it was morning for Tarri, she found herself oddly lost in time, untethered to its passage. Her body still smelled like sweat and dirt. She reached down and felt her pussy lips - still sore - and felt Woland's dried seed on them. She wondered if he could get her pregn...
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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This submission is Part 3 of a short series about a young art teacher coming out of her sexual comfort zone. Reading Part 1 and 2 first is highly recommended. There is a little reluctance involved but mostly deals with what I...
I wrote this years ago for a partner of mine. I'll be doing a bit of editing but the story is mostly untouched other than changing things to protect the innocent, and even those who aren't. A soft, dreamy kiss gently pulls me from my sleep. As soon as my lips start to glide along yours, kissing back softly but hungrily, you break the kiss and step back. I...
Following the baseboard light indicators Jerry provided, Ann walked through the enclosed walkway between the main estate house and the coach house. "I will have my assistant gather your belongings, Miss Ann. Can I call you Miss Ann?" "I would very much feel honored for you to call me Miss Ann, Jerry. Thank you so much." "This way to your room, Miss Ann." T...
Story is about consensual adults going into a bdsm relationship F/m. For whoever read ch.3, Cybil once again gives Sean a further insight of life with her. Their information flowing and new experiences. Once again, I sincerely thank Mistress4one who has edited this story. ********** I go off to work on Monday, thinking of Friday when I'll be back at the f...
He had parked on the edge of the deck, so as he trudged to his car he was able to see out into the night. It was a clear, crisp evening — there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and a the ghostly silver of a crescent moon had risen up in the east to compliment the innumerable twinkling of stars that sprinkled the heavens. It was the kind of calm, beautiful...
"There we go," Celeste cooed, her seven forked tongues tickling Emma's ear. "Niiiiice and sssssoft and cozy." "Yesss..." Emma whimpered, squirming eagerly as the coils rose up her ankles, entwining around and between her thighs and up her whole body—so, so, so smooth, so warm, vibrating and pulsing with a sinful force that made the jungle witch's muscles tu...
The gallery was a single large room with wood and tile floors and high ceilings. At the entrance stood a placard that read La Ventana al Alma. John glanced inside, watching all the women milling about. I took his hand, slipping quickly through the door and moving unnoticed into a corner. His gaze fell on the art itself. Mounted on the walls among many small...
It was Saturday night and I had nothing to do, so I grabbed a beer and headed for the den and turned on the computer. There were no messages for me, but that seems to be typical these days. I surfed the web for a while looking at my usual news sites, then a couple of favourite blogs, then went to my favourite hookup sites. Some were straight sex, some BDSM,...