He rubbed her love mounds gently with one hand while the other continued kneading her buttocks. Almost instantly her love juices poured onto his palm. He smelt her love juices on his palm and he cleaned his palm by licking them up. J hungered for more. Both of his hands squeezed her buttocks and her love hole opened. He pressed his face forward and breathed...
Cher snuggled up close to Sir David as he put his arm around her and pulled her close to his side. Without question she smiled as she laid her head on the shoulder of this man who she adored more than life itself. He had behaved very mysteriously with that twinkle of mischief that she loved in his eye as he had ushered her into the car. She had been checki...
Science & Training Part I She looked at the time. Her boyfriend was late again. She paced in front of the University Science Hall. "Hey, you still here Penny?" "Yeah, my boyfriend is never on time." "It's not good to be waiting on campus in the dark." "I know." "Where do you live? Maybe I could give you a lift." "I'm all the way in Freehold." "Well,...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Paula Tate sits reclined on the navy blue chaise lounge. Her legs are stretched out together in front of her, the left ankle just resting on the right, her hands loosely clasped across her stomach. Remaining perfectly still, only her hazel eyes move from time to time, scanning the room she has sat in so often before. It is a large, double-height space, with...
Let me start with a word of warning: this story probably is not what you think it is. It's sappy, there's no sex, and if you read the title and are expecting some bodice-ripping tale of incestuous lust between a woman and her father, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I wrote this piece on Father's Day because there were some things on my heart that I just w...
After offering me an orange flavored Starburst from the colorful stick in her hands, Natasha chose a pink one for herself . She popped it in between her lips and pulled the wrapper out a moment later, flicking it into the trash can near by. One thing that I loved about Natasha was her love of symbolism, possibly coming from her love of Goethe, Germany's most...
'Dear husband do I have to be a porn star?' I am Sarojini, daughter and only child of my parents. My life story is bewildering. It was quite normal till I was 18 and then it became different. Middle class society in Chennai, India where I lived is very conservative where sexes do not mix. My problem was quite simple; I was bad—I like men. All young girls do...
Mareka waited for Sergei in one of the abandoned rooms of the art gallery where his latest exhibition was taking place. He had just arrived that day and texted her albeit via an encrypted message lest Serona find out. All the message said was 'Art Do at Karlson Art Gallery, Pierre Casanova will be there, bring flowers'. Mareka had immediately realised that...
Woman was torn of her immortality. Woman was torn of her fire. Woman was torn of her sword. And Woman was torn of her shield. Her radiance was faded. Her life was shorn. And when she lost too her fertility, from her self she too would be torn. Bereft of her Goddess to stoke her flame, Woman was reduced now to an animal, no different from the birds and the...