I let her sleep until she awoke on her own. That was my reward to her – and to me as well. Naturally, I had gotten very little sustained sleep throughout this retraining process. I had placed a cot beside her bed, trusting that any noises she made would wake me up as well. Because she had been so physically and emotionally exhausted, she wound up sleeping fo...
A modern love in the making -- Another sunrise in the Penthouse All characters are well over 18 years old and include 'Rocket Man', his cock 'Mojo', 'Sparkling Red' and her 'Genie' who first met online a few years ago as their alter egos 'Jardine Man' and 'Mimbabe'. These are their stories mostly written by Rocket Man from both their perspectives - often o...
Dear readers, I decided to write about my own take on winter holidays, which is not about a specific celebration/custom, but about this strange feeling we get every year around this time, trying to express it as best as I could with a story. For me it is the classic setting of a home suddenly cozier, a street suddenly empty, a heart suddenly lonelier and a n...
Two friends, a man and a woman, are stranded for the night in a bothy by an unexpected snow storm... It really was a most peculiar night - bitterly cold, yet stiflingly close enough for thunder and lightning somehow. As they peered over her old traveling duvet at the bothy window, they could make out the clouds of their breaths in the semi-darkness and glis...
CHAPTER III I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw it was 8:05 and the dumb alarm hadn't gone off. I jumped out of bed realizing that I was going to be late getting to John's before he left for work. I ran to the bathroom and realizing I didn't have time to shower so I decided to just brush my teeth and on the sixth or eighth stroke of my tooth brush...
Both despised and feared, they were banished from their world to drift endlessly on the cosmic wind. The small, self-sustaining craft provided just enough nutrients to sustain their lives as they drifted in the vacuum of cosmic isolation. Despite their apparently hopelessly bleak future, they waited patiently and silently knowing their accusers had failed to...
Oct. 29, Mon Belle Fleur: Act III, Scene I Gwen: Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Zat ez one of my 'avorite 'ibrators! I zust adores zee 'ibrating wabbeet! The 'ibrator, I mean "vibrator," is pink with a row of pearl beads near the base. Jutting up like a hook is the so called "rabbit:" a soft piece of rubber split in two that, if nestled in my nether region ju...
Chapter 3 It had to happen Four days later The bittersweet frustration has faded just enough to let me focus on other things. If anything, I'm a bit peeved that he led me on. If I ever see him again an appropriately disinterested communication will have to be formulated, not rejecting or huffy, just neutral. Business like, which is what I always would like...
That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die. **_- - - - - - _**From the endless abyssal void that abides without the boundaries of our universe, the mad, dead and dying deities of old reside, as they slowly lose themselves to the infinite darkness. From this space, a single whisper sounded. It was in a voice that could on...
"A gasp floated through the room as He opened His jeans and pulled out His manhood. My lips opened willingly and without any shame as He pushed His hard cock inside - all the way down my throat. The collar slipped around my neck, and as the soft click of the little lock was heard – almost like thunder in my ears - He came with a load moan...sending my own bo...