The flight was nice; we were like little kids laughing and giggling and the closer we got to our destination the more excited we got especially Eliza. We bounced down on the runway as opposed to landing, everybody on the plane gasped while Eliza and I with the help of several glasses of wine just smiled. As we walked toward the main concourse Eliza grabbed...
Eliza's hands gripped the back of the couch, steadying her against Damian's deep thrusts into her body. The cushions beneath her accepted her weight without complaint, though their rough fibers were digging into her skin. Her head bowed and eyes closed, she let Damian exert himself against her. She gasped each time his cock touched her deepest recesses, and...
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London, 1790 The moon shone full and bright on this night. For a brief moment, the shiny white orb centered itself perfectly within the window of the highest tower of the manor that sat atop the highest hill of London. It was at that very moment that Ashley entered the room. The young lady's pale green eyes lit up at the sight, stopping only for a moment t...
Eliza was a pretty girl. She was petite and blonde with pretty blue eyes and a dazzling smile that showed off her dimples. And she was spoiled. Her mother and father loved her to pieces, sparing nothing to give her whatever her heart desired. They lived on a plantation, a large sprawling thing. Eliza sometimes felt it was too gaudy, a relic of her grandpare...
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Michael's wife was dead. Whether it was from murder or suicide her demise had been brutal. Whether it was the wine or shock Eliza could only guess. But she remained numb as Brooke continued talking about the suspicions that had surrounded the beloved Annie Westwright's death. Annie. Even her name was endearing. Focusing on Brooke's monologue was becoming...
Part 8 Marriage "What do I need to do?" Eliza asked as she finally pushed herself up to her knees and looked up at him. She belonged to him and would do anything that he asked of her without hesitation. He could feel her inner turmoil as she dealt with those facts. He could feel her struggling against the chains that now linked her. He could feel her screa...
Note: This story is inspired by two of my friends who had probably the sexiest and hottest heads hair I've ever seen and been lucky enough to have my hands in. To all hair lovers out there, enjoy! ***** Hey, my name is Zack. First thing you should know about me is that I have a hair fetish. The second thing you should know is that I have two great friends...
Colorful tents lined the plaza. The shops and restaurants had closed, and in their place stood stands of vendors selling candied fruit and various meats on sticks. A day of cold drink, hot food, and stories punctuated by laughter. Amid the celebrations, three small figures squeezed their way through the crowded streets, hurrying toward the palace. "We're lat...