There he was. There was her Aquarius King. Her Haitian Dream. He was chained to her bedpost with his ass facing her. His nipples, ass and thick dark chocolate dick were exposed for her eyes to see. A smile came across her lips as she stared at his beautiful Haitian skin. It glowed in the moonlight. He was excited by this woman. She stood 5 feet 9 inches ta...
It happened one day while Actaeon, son of king Kadmus, hunted with his friends and companions, the youth from the palace, that late afternoon found them equally distant not only from their home, but also from the end of the hunt. So it was that Actaeon bade his friends stop, for the day was almost done. "Our weapons and nets are drenched with the blood of o...
It was a Saturday morning, and the sky half-glimpsed through the window of his hotel room held the clarity of a fresh idea. He had no appointments until that afternoon, so after a moment losing himself in the blue, he sat down at the small writing desk, wearing only his boxers, and flipped his laptop open. Outside, in the city streets, he could hear the so...
The Quinlans came to take her from me one October night, they came while chanting ancient psalms in darkening twilight, they came to rescue her, they said, from my impure designs, to cleanse from her all traces of her bestial human side. The pious congregation had for weeks devised this mission. This lovely Quinlan girl had turned her back and risked perdit...
Fuck is the greatest word in the English language. Fuck can be almost any part of speech; it can be destructive, harsh, and cruel, but it can also be loving, seductive, and beautiful. Despite its range of meanings and possible intentions, it still has the ability to be bluntly accurate. That night in the living room, Sam and I fucked Jane. We did not just h...
I awoke and could not move. Not that I my arms and legs could not move but that I had neither arms nor legs. All my being, my flesh was immobile, hard and unforgiving despite my efforts. I could see, but things were black. I lay still, trying to hear my own heart, and the air of my lungs but not a sound; no sign of life with in me was evident. Yet even witho...
She walked into the bar her shining red hair caressing her pert firm buttocks. Her emerald eyes gazing …She smiles at the bartender asking him in a low sensuous voice for a glass of red wine. Staring at the television. She turns hearing a soft sexy voice ask her if the seat next to her is taken a soft smile curves her mouth as she looks appraisingly at the t...
As I walked through the enormous bay door of the shop, the familiar smells of grease and paint filled my head. Something about cars always made my blood rush. The air was thick with the smell of oil and tires. Instantly my mind was fixed on him. As I scanned the room cluttered with cars and tools, HE was nowhere to be seen. I could hear the sound of wrenches...
Forcing my way through the press of bodies, I glanced at my watch. Damn, it would be a miracle if I made it to work on time. Not only had I missed my usual train, which would be bad enough by itself, but the one I had chosen as my next best bet was running late. Fidgeting on the edge of the platform, I thought of the important client I was supposed to be mee...
Dale and Lance - by Polly+Anna (1085 words) We record 'Fellatio,' movie #4 (1/24/20) Monday - November 16, 1993 Our story arc began 11/12/1993 the day after the youngest of us turned 18. In my highly biased opinion Dale is the funniest guy anywhere. I can't be too very far off-base since Anna and most of our classmates agreed with that assessment. In sch...