I CAN'T SEE THE BASTARDS WHO'RE FUCKIN' ME! Another body replaced the one who was just in me. I felt another cock shoving inside of me. Going in easily. Could have shoved in fast and hard. So wet, slippery. Going in slow. Felt different, shaped different. Loved that difference. [How many men are out there? Don't know. Panic. Can't see. Can't get ma' hands...
This is a little fantasy I created for my incredible kiwi lover. We met on the internet in a chat room almost 3 years ago, and we physically met in the summer of 2002. He is the man of my dreams and I would love to be able to spend my Valentine's Day making this a reality! ************************** I’ve just pulled into the driveway after a hectic day at...
I'd been watching her playing hockey for two hours in the afternoon sun from the top of the stand, watching that beautiful young eighteen year-old body, those breasts moving freely under that tiny t-shirt as she ran, that long, blonde hair blowing in the breeze. Her skirt was obscenely short and you could often see her white panties when she crouched over th...
As you walk in the door I slap your face "How dare you, you bastard, you know that when you go out you take me with you. You do not pull anyone without me being there to enjoy it. Get down on your knees." You kneel before me surprised at this change of roles but loving it. "I'm going to do to you what you do to me, you cunt. By the end of this you will...
Eve didn't often attend the ballet alone, but Daniel had the flu, and Margie was going to dinner with her parents. She couldn't find anyone else to attend, so she drove downtown, parked in the best lighted garage she could find, and sold her extra ticket to a scalper a block away from the theater. Ballets didn't often merit scalpers, but this was a special h...
I knew that I should have left the house sooner but did not count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a "short visit." She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I am stuck in traffic on the highway and I do not want to miss your train. You have been away on business for months and I cannot be late. I am gripping the w...
First of all let me apologize for taking so long to update the story. I have used some of my own experiences with sleep paralysis, (which is real) in the story. I have been extremely busy with school, studying for the MCAT, and dealing with a breakup but I am back . I am also working on getting the other stores up to date so be patient. Enjoy! Charlie l...
Lady Matilda knelt in prayer before the alter in her family's chapel. She prayed fervently that her uncle and guardian would change his mind about leaving her in the care of his brother. She knew her uncle, the Duke of Mercia, had been called by God to fight the Saracens in the Crusades, but she disliked her rowdy younger uncle, Geoffrey. While her noble unc...
The world past is shrouded in a fine mist, obscuring the history and concealing the lies of which it beholds. It was a time of which we chose to forget about, whether it was intentional or a natural as the passing of time that wears away even the mightiest of structures. Many things have been lost, covered with the aging of time, secrets to the world that we...
I carefully cleaned the wounds on my husband's back. I was still reeling from this series of events-Aedinius' death in battle, my newfound love for Jareth, my dead husband's return, his story of survival and capture. I listened as he continued with his tale. Aedinius spent his days training for the gladitorial games, and spent his nights plotting his escap...