Welcome to "Barely Covered: Adventures in Accidental Exposure," where the line between dressed and undressed is as thin as a thread on the verge of snapping. In this world of whimsy and mishap, you'll step into the shoes—or perhaps out of them—of a character of your own design, navigating through a series of fortuitous and not-so-fortuitous events....
Welcome Home. I've been here waiting; patient, eager. I hope you don't mind but I've taken certain liberties. Slid a disc in the player so the background you hear is a comfort; soft and soothing. No horns or drums, just tides of the harp and flute, and perhaps a low base clarinet. Not so much a blaze of sound. Not so much a delicate whimper or moan. But a...
I bring you a room, tastefully decorated with soft furnishings, a comfy lounge, large soft chairs, a large bed with white satin sheets in one corner, in the other corner there are toys hanging on the wall behind a lace curtain. You can make out a variety of silk scarves, ropes, handcuffs, leather straps, clamps, a gag. "Did you enjoy dinner my love?" I ask...
The gala ball at the Adam's Mark Hotel for the cancer society was a huge black-tie affair. I hadn't wanted to go in the first place, the idea of spending the evening with a bunch of folks who where there to be seen just grated on me. I didn't mind the tuxedo, I had always enjoyed the dressing up part, I just couldn't stand the type of people generally forced...
Chapter 11: Amber's Tree This story is an adaptation of the first sexual roleplaying thread I ever started. It is told from several viewpoints, Violet who is the main female figure, Amber who changes from visitor to resident, and several male visitor's. It is broken into several episodes for easier reading. * * * * * Violet's eyes: "Hmmm. Gone so soon."...
She is standing in the middle of the room, in a long skirt and tight, enclosing bodice. Her skin is pale, so pale. She seems so small I could break her with a finger, but I know this one of old. Hard as nails and stubborn with it. And today I'm going to make her scream for me. "Stay here," I tell her. "If you move an inch I'm going to send you straight hom...
"As long as I've got a biscuit, she's got half." Vic's wife plumps the pillows to prop up his newborn-baby-red head. Her muffled chuckle tells me it's a well-worn sentiment, her warm smile says it's not one she'll tire of any time soon. I am ashamed of the quick hit of envy that runs through me, as I survey the ease and love between them. These are good de...
And so the scene begins, a crisp clear morning in a small suburban town. Unbeknown to each other two lonely teenagers thinking about the other stared up at the rising sun and pondered their feelings. Stepping out their doors at nearly the same time they were greeted by a gust of cold wind and the kiss of the warm sun and the cool dew. Imagining that warmth...
Ah, that shape. Full and rounded underneath. So heavy that it pulls and stretches the top until it leaves nearly a point there and, if it settles on a ledge, the bottom flattens and presses the middle outward to my eye. The nipple raised and pointing just upward. A tear. Liquid need. That would course over the curve of delicate cheekbone and deliver a hint...
Riddick was as horny as hell. Watching the brunette come had been unbearably erotic. His rock hard cock was tucked up tight against his warm, moist flesh, just aching to be let out. His legendary self control was leeching away moment by agonising moment. He'd really felt like jerking off, while he'd been watching them, and for him that was unusual. Surpris...