Oct. 27, Mon Belle Fleur: Act II, Scene I Gwen: Monsieur, I tink des bodice ez too tight. Could you 'elp me take it off? I am gazing into her eyes. Her mascara and lust and making them turn a deeper shade of green. Her cheeks are flushed, and some stands of her long, curly blonde hair are sticking to her pouty, bright red lips. God, she looks so hot and...
You weren't wearing a bra today. All through lunch I was aware of your hard little nipples pressing against your grey t-shirt, and I tried not to look, but they promised so much ripeness, so much pleasure, so much raw femininity. That's why I tried to make you angry. I hoped your passion would raise them higher, perkier, sexier. It worked. I didn't want the...
Part One – The Terminal Looking back, he had spoken only three sentences to her, and that was the first. They had written back and forth for quite some time, starting when she sent him a message on a popular fetish website. They had seemed to click quickly and well, talking about things both mundane and fantastic, and he had a knack for finding out things a...
I picture you in an office setting. You're comfortable and relaxed, perhaps slightly bored, as you skim your email inbox. And there, at the bottom, almost escaping your notice, is an email from me. You see the one without an attachment, and you bypass it. Instead, curiously, you open the one with the promise of a visual prize. And there I sit, in a schoolgir...
"Why won't this stupid recipe work!?" I was groaning under my breath, my red-headed temper starting to brew. I knew why - I knew it was because he distracted me so much. He'd been spending so much time teaching me and all I could think of when he was showing me different ways to sauté was how his hands would feel all over me, how those lips would feel on min...
Copyright 2010 by Owengreybeard Andy should be here in a few minutes. I have to admit that the planning and deliberation I've done in the days leading up to this have been exhilarating as hell. It has forced me to do some soul searching and self-examination, which has been pretty strange. I'm not an introspective person; I tend to go with my gut a lot, for...
The air was crisp that morning, and Faerlyn pulled her cape closer around her thin frame as she walked to the center of town. Many adventurers passed quickly, a few hailed her in rapid greeting. As the portals grew into focus, she noticed a striking dark-haired man sitting on the steps to the castle. As she drew closer, he glanced up at her, looking directly...
CHAPTER 1 The room was dark except for a single candle on the table in the corner. As they once again embraced, their lips met again in another passionate kiss. She let her final piece of clothing fall to the floor. The warm silk was soft against her feet. He felt her silken red hair and then moved down, exploring her hot and soft skin. She lays on the floo...
Tio was bored. All the other priestesses had gone to rest, and she was alone in the sanctuary. Well, not exactly alone, fifty or so cats lay in various positions on the stone steps leading up to the huge statue of Bast, the cat headed Goddess. Her work was already done. She had fed all the cats and cleaned up after them. So now she just had to wait until day...
Ex Spouse Day: A tribute to my ex-husband According to the website Holiday Insights, we recently passed Ex Spouse Day which is on April 14. The website wryly notes, "Someone must have been kidding when they created this day, right? Could anyone actually want to recognize their Ex? Most of us want to forget them." The piece continues somewhat apologetically,...