By the time I arrived home I was exhausted, physically, sexually and mentally. I used my Gold Card three times that day and each of those three times I had an incredible sexual experience. Even in my late teens and early twenties I rarely came as much as three times in a day, even during my masturbation marathons, but I'm in my fifties now yet somehow I get...
*Walks in and goes to the fire and stretches out* "Can I get a red wine please?" Un-heard and un-noticed someone enters the bar in the shadows, no one can see him or hear him. If one was to look to the darkest corner they would only see the piercing yellow glow of a pair of eyes *sensing someone in the room I look around and see these amazing yellow eyes*...
"Hey Jason," I shouted. "Jason!" There was no reply from the house. I sighed and stretched, enjoying the electric tingle in my muscles, the hot feeling that faded as I relaxed again. I trailed my hand once through the pool slowly, then brushed it across my forehead. Cool drops of water ran ticklish down my face, dripped off my chin to plant icy kisses on th...
Of course everyone in this story can vote "He's watching again." "You sure?" "I can feel it." "That doesn't mean he's watching." "I don't have to know it. I feel it." "Do you want me to go over to his flat and say something?" "Heavens no. What would you say? My girlfriend thinks you're watching us have sex." "I can just knock on his door." "And do...
Jaimin stretched her hands up, locked her elbows, and gazed in between her hands. The white leather ball swiftly appeared, slipped in between her fingers, and smacked her flat on her coke-bottle-bottom glasses with the wire frame. Her facial skin was singing from the slap of hard pumped leather. She stepped around disoriented. Her mouth gaped like a fish on...
The room smelled of juniper and wildflowers. She always loved burning incense and it reminded him of her. Tristan was sitting on his bed thinking of her. He thought back to when they first met and how that train ride seemed like any other morning train ride until he saw her. He remembered how she lit up the subway car with her beauty. He remembered how when...
Pornographer: a description we should use with pride At school and in encyclopaedias we learn of the animal images and hunting scenes our ancestors portrayed on their cave walls. There are other human images - the so called Venus's, females whose swollen torsos appear to suggest pregnancy, these are thought to be Fertility images. In Tannahill's "A Histor...
No. She was NOT starting to think her childhood friend and boss was hot. Not so soon after she kicked Barret to the curb for cheating...that son of a bitch had lied to her face and then she caught him in bed with another woman. She swore not to bother with men for a long time. So why was she craving love again? "Hey, take a picture, it'll last longer!" Guzm...
"And now, calm down, girl!" "How can I calm down, Lanie? Huh? I thought he respects me enough for not doing exactly that what I told him not to do. Is this so hard? Is it so hard to listen to me? Is it so hard to respect my wishes?" "No, it isn't, girl! But you know how he is! You should know him by now! He's the most curious man I ever got to know. If I h...
NIGHT –EXTERIOR The theme music fades and the still photo of the Conner house establishes that the porch light is off. CUT TO – INTERIOR –LIVING ROOM The house is dark but the television is on. The set is throwing out a bluish light on the worn couch but there is no sound. ROSEANNE CONNER, wife, mother and restaurant owner, emerges from the basement/her wr...