To: Mr. Kelvin Peterman 4922 Preston View Road Macon, Colorado 8---- Dear Mr. Peterman, I hope this letter finds you and yours well and hale, and enjoying our fine Colorado summer, such as it is. This weather is odd, even for us, at this time of year. Certainly the coming fall will be more to the standards to which Colorado has become accustomed. I must a...
Upper Kek Valley 18 miles North of Tirol Eque Mountain, East face Along the Calais Line 3E 410 "We are getting pummeled over here!" Yelled subordinate Shpyr. " They are breaking the line!" Shpyr rose his battleaxe and drove it down into a charging Wolf Soldier's Skull. As he kicked the body forward an arrow slipped through the air and hit him in the le...
His reddish goatee and startling blue eyes were so different then I have ever seen. An odd combination to say the least, but attractive nonetheless. I had never been one to like "bikers", although I had dated one for a few months. But he was a "weekend biker" and wore designer clothes when he rode. The guy with the reddish goatee was different. He looked e...
Ever since I can remember, I've organized my life around sexual pleasure. Late for class or late for work, usually the same reason over and over: I just had to cum. My sex tastes vary from day to day. Occasionally I feel angry and dominant but usually I am turned on being the opposite, that is, difficult and submissive. Being a cuckold to a sexy dominant wo...
She can hear her heart in her ears! She approaches the motel door as instructed. So much more open than a hotel corridor. More exposure-more danger-so exciting... It has been three weeks without a single word from the Master. Three weeks! Now, one explicit message on her machine. Oh! So dangerous! Anyone could have been the first one in the house and presse...
I hadn't belonged to him for all that long, yet, from the beginning, the rules had been simple and definite. Near the top of the list, I was not allowed to masturbate in any way without express permission. That also happened to be the rule I had the most trouble following. Unfortunately, I also had difficulty not admitting to having broken that particular ru...
18-year-old Chris was bored. Outside the rain beat down on the sloppy looking snow, melting it all away one flake at a time. The snowman he had made a few days ago looked like a forgotten science experiment. The head had fallen an hour ago, the body was listing to the left, only a shovel held it up. Of course, the whole thing was shrunken and pitted now. Chr...
"Take a hot bath and freshen up for me." You tell her. "I'll be home in an hour." On your way home, just thinking about the plans you have for tonight gives you a raging hard-on. When you walk through the door, she meets you with your favorite cocktail, a vodka cranberry. Her hair still damp from her recent shower, her nude body glistening in the light, sh...
Ythes kept her eyes fixed on the stone statue above her as she scaled the sheer side of the tower in the dusk of twilight. Carven in the image of a griffon-like monstrosity, the statue- like its twin on the opposite side of the tower- was ensorcelled to come to life and swoop down on any approaching intruder it detected. Ythes had been assured that the spel...
Wind whipped through my hair as I stood on the outer deck of the airship's gondola, the steady thrum of the propellers loud in my ears. Though One hand lifted, pulling a strand of blue-black hair from my face, I had to shake my head. The wig was considerably longer than the length I wore my own chestnut strands, falling to my waist rather than shoulder blade...