The Beauty of The Edge is that it is so delicate, yet so Firm. It is like it dangles in mid-air... taunting, teasing Us to dance to it. Once one is there... at that Edge, that precipice of euphoria, we cannot breathe for we fear a single breath will alter that pure moment that suspends in eternity. It knows. The Edge Knows that euphoria is within us and that...
She looked upon her reflection in the mirror and what she saw satisfied her. At the age of 19 she has a perfect slim body with no trace of extra fat. She stood 5'6 which is tall by the Indian standards and her night gown clings to her body displaying the perfect figure. Soft and protruding boobs, standing high like Himalayas even though she was not wearing a...
Knowing Sembene as very stable and dedicated to her father's well-being, and more importantly, aware of the world of magic and its influence on people, she decides to risk the former. Something bad must have happened at her father's, probably involving Vanessa, this may be their chance. She opens the door, and sees Sembene recognize her, then pull a knife...
Today you have been gone all day. You left before the sky could lighten, and gently woke me to issue the commands I am to obey in your absence. Like a parent handling a drowsy child, you removed my sparse clothing. You looped a length of silk rope around my waist and securely it snugly, whispering into my ear that it was to serve as a reminder of your owne...
Introduction: Leslie is a single mom in her mid-twenties, with two very young boys. She is also a submissive masochist with a yearning for more experience. She has a potentially permanent Dom with whom she corresponds via cyber and phone. At his request she has agreed to not commit to any Dom(me), including him, for at least 90 days. He encouraged her to us...
Ok, after jerking off thinking about your sexy body while looking at your pictures and reading your stories. I must respond with my fantasies for you. (this is my first attempt, so please give me a little slack with grammar and writing style, it's not my forte). As I believe I told you before, I am in my mid-twenties, and you saw the pictures. So you know...
The setting for this story is unimportant. It could be a luxurious hotel room, a sea-side condo ... anywhere that we could be alone and undisturbed, and where there is a bed and a mirror. ----- I greet you at the door wearing nothing but a tiny pair of green silk boxers that fit snugly around my hips. I invite you in to the room ... and into my arms for a...
Anita Anderson Lake is your name. You're a freak. There's no other way to describe you. You have desires and needs that make you feel really weird, even among your girlfriends. On the outside, you look like a prim and proper gal. Five feet eight inches tall, pretty in the face, with curly blonde hair framing a round, friendly visage with pale blue eyes. Your...
The death of a baby may not be the most intense grief a human can experience. Having not experienced every sort of grief, I couldn't say. I will assert however that it may be the sharpest, the most three-dimensional, the furthest distance to fall. From inexplicable joy, the transformative bliss and complete joyful shift that is pregnancy and birth, to the co...
Note: Ki is short for Zakki (pronounced Zuh-kye). ***** "So far we've got zombies trying to eat you, amnesia, a few disturbing flashbacks, and the ability to light yourself on fire. Does that about sum everything up?" "I think so. There may be a few other things that I've simply forgotten." Ki sighed. "Tell me again why Lord Rushington thought it was a g...