It was getting on to late afternoon. Not that you could tell from the sun because at this time of year - the last week of June - the sun didn't go down until quite late. But it was nearly five thirty and I had been clearing the trail in back of the cabin all day. During the morning I had taken the chain saw and ax all along the trail until the point it left...
Having opened the face of the grandfather clock in the study with a precise application of pressure to begin with, Bruce set the hands of the clock to the minute before his parents' death. He held the hands there against the motion of the machine, and after being locked in place a motion, the grandfather clock obligingly unclenched from its position. When he...
The moment she heard the sound of the door locking Louisa's body sprung into action. Jack wouldn't be long getting his things and coming back. This would be their last few hours together and she wanted to do something that neither of them would forget. She hopped over to her bag and almost ripped the zip open. Standing there in her underwear she desperately...
3. We Plant a Dirty Idea in Allen's Mind We woke up Saturday morning at about 7:30. Nancy was slightly on edge, knowing that Allen was coming by to take her to breakfast at nine o'clock. He'd promised to bring a condom with him so (he'd been led to expect) she'd allow him have full-on intercourse with him. For some reason, though, she didn't seem to be lo...
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A note from After Dusk... Please don't hate me. There is still a long way to go on our journey with these characters and I'd hate to lose readers now because this part will probably be rough for some of you. That being said, please vote and comment or message me, I enjoy the feedback. -AD ***** Her head is pounding. Her body is cold, she feels it seepin...
My first experience with Marylyn had indeed been an intense one, and she did precisely what she had to do to establish her dominance over me. Perhaps because I wasn't looking for some soft tender relationship with a Domme, having her use my ass as her personal playground was what it took in my case ... with her fingers deep in my ass I felt utterly under her...
Author's Note: This story is based on one of the legends of Valentine's Day. It focuses on St. Valentine, a Catholic Bishop who was later granted Sainthood. It isn't meant to sway you toward any religious beliefs; it is simply a fact-based story about how this holiday may have come about, including the jailer and the answered miracle he requested of the sto...
This is a sequel to "Lunch With Max". I would like to thank "Whispersecret" for her suggestions and advice. I think that based on that advice there is possibly one more story in the series, as she has raised some interesting directions for me to consider - but let's see if anyone likes this one first. * * * * * Steve was doing his best to feel apprehensive...
I can't tell you, as another could, if her eyes danced with pleasure, or even what color they were. But I can tell you how long her legs were, and how soft and supple her curves felt under my hands. I can tell you how cool and silky her long hair was, and about the sweet murmurs of delight she uttered when we touched. And I could go on and on about her delic...