“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” Oscar Wilde Darkmere is the realm between our world and the world of Dreams. It is where the monsters that lurk underneath our childhood beds dwell when not filling our innocent heads with their frightful visions. It is where...
Standing naked in the kitchenette of my studio loft, I reached down and nonchalantly fondled the head of my dick a little as I watched the coffee brew. I'd woken up with my usual morning wood, and the stiff erection hadn't completely subsided. My subconscious intent was not to jack off. Rather, I was just enjoying the simple act of touching my cock, casually...
Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping...
I sat alone at my usual table, completely absorbed in the flashing flex of my fingers across the keyboard of my laptop, oblivious to the surrounding din of casual chat and coffeehouse sounds; my thoughts were focussed entirely on the flow of words from my brain as I struggled to write the pictures in my mind. Lena leaned in closer to Aidan, her slender fin...
"Ashton! Sanford!" Cynara said surprised, "What are you two doing here?" "We live here, little one, or have you forgotten?" Ashton answered, giving her a pat on the head. "No, I just thought you would be out hunting or something," Cynara said, shrugging her shoulders in an effort at nonchalance. "What's going on?" Sanford asked, seeing right through her...
This story is inspired by underlying real life experiences of my own and people I know. It has been edited, changed around, and enhanced. (Edited to protect identities.) All feedback is appreciated, and for the guys I'm curious about something. I've been observing the tall and slim but curvy trends in movie stars and celebrities for some time. Do you fantasi...
Part 2 -Jessica's Reactions- I awoke the next morning and quietly rose out of the bed so not to wake Robert. Last night, he dropped his latest 'fantasy' bomb on me and at first I feared he was actually going to leave me, or that he had found another lover and maybe wanted to stay and repair the marriage while also keeping a girlfriend. Either way would hav...
This is a story about foot worship and pantyhose sex. If you don't like this topic then please move on. I hope you enjoy it! My wife had to work Thanksgiving Day for about six hours, which was rare for someone in retail. She went in casually dressed in a nice pair of khaki pants, a nice blouse and some comfortable flats. We planned ongoing g to my parent's...
Some people don't believe that there's such a thing as accidents, and to be honest I think they have a point. Accidents might not be deliberate, but that doesn't mean they're not avoidable. That thing with the shoe-shop was certainly avoidable, if only I had taken a bit more time with my memory improvement exercises. I would have done, as well. But I forgot...
Maggie was unusually subdued when she returned home from the five day conference she attended every year. When I asked her if anything was the matter she simply said she was tired – too many long days and late nights – and went for a long soak in the bath. When she came down again, dressed in a jogging suit, I offered her a glass of wine with the meal that I...