I am returned, 140 years after Borodin, from the Steppes of Central Asia. Oh, yes, I've made the Golden Journey to Samarkand. I've stayed in that Caravanserai Whose Doorways Are Alternate Night and Day. Maybe sometime I'll relate some of my travels, but now I'll tell you my adventures with Borte. No-one now knows now what this name means, but it was that of...
(This text contains incest. Be advised. Also this is out of sequence from prior publications, so readers may not recognize some characters.) Abigail Harkness slipped from her sleeping quarters in the quest bedroom, leaving her pussy-besotted husband in a catatonic daze. She was aroused but nowhere near sated from their session. This happened a lot. They'd...
*14th June* I was sitting in my office in Park Street. It had been a quiet day and I had sent my secretary home early. Listening to a basketball game on the radio, my attention was broken as I heard a sharp tap on the door. Turning the radio off, I called that it was open, and to come on in. "Mr. Bridges, Zack Bridges?" "That's what it say's on the door!...
We woke Monday morning to light rain. Clouds were low, it had all the looks of a sloppy day. The previous days' mostly sunny skies had given way to the inevitable atmospheric volatility of a Midwest summer. The boys grumbled a bit, they had been hoping for some early morning fishing but didn't want to do the rain thing out in a boat. We had a long breakfast...
She looks up at me sluttishly as I begin to stroke in and out of her, her sumptuous blonde locks sprawled messily around her youthful face. There is definitely something of Sienna Miller about her look: vulnerable, tantalising and uncommonly pretty. I slide slowly at first back and forth, savouring not only the feel of her, but also the squelching noises of...
That Monday afternoon I felt something change inside me, no more would I be satisfied with mere fantasy masturbation, I now wanted more. All that morning I had been playing in my girlfriends closet, we were on the verge of breaking-up for a multitude of reasons, and had slept in separate beds, like a long married couple, for months, so I had no inner confli...
Slurp and suck and slobber and salivate. Tongue and taste and tantalize and tease. This Bitch never failed to amaze me. If she worked on the oil fields, she could put a dozen Barons in the red in a week and have the industry taken over in a month. Of course, when I wanted to interrogate her, it was like a deleeching. You think I might be kidding, but I act...
Her passing had been very sudden. We had been sat together watching nothing in particular on the TV and she had slipped into a sleep that I realised, eventually, was death. The family had been caring, the funeral sensitive and then followed the lowliness -- that awful sense that something was missing in my life. Our children had all left home, but living c...
Well, there we were, ready to consummate our afternoon together. We were both naked and breathing hard. I knew she was ready - the ease with which I had been sliding my middle finger in and out of her pussy attested to her wetness and her willingness. I was eager to explore her with my cock the way I had been doing with my finger. Her contours were new to me...
The world comes alive before me. The ceiling is bare white, bright but not blinding. I sit up on the comfortable and gain my bearings. Between the bed, me, and the walls a few strides away, the room is empty. The floor feels cool, but not cold. Standing and stretching towards the ceiling, I don't even come close to reaching it. "Hello?" My voice echoes ha...