Day 1 How do we find meaning without independence? Eight people. One room. Four walls. No doors. They awoke together, the groans of the first awakening the second, and so on, until they were all sitting up, examining their surroundings and each other. Before anyone could gather their wits, a deep voice poured out of the walls from every direction at once. “W...
Already in the first story Olivia's unusually revealing casual way with her wardrobe, and carefree comfort oriented sense of walking around the neighbourhood and welcoming guests at parties, always seemingly just not thinking about whether her granny dress was transparent or her top hid her delicate plentiful breasts thrilled me so much. I would gladly tell...
She walked slowly from one end of the room to the other, running her hand along the tops of the tall wooden chairs surrounding the table. Her tongue flicked out from behind her lips, tasting the palpable tension in the air. The ancient tapestries on the walls filled the room with a musky scent, something she found very comforting in this large, cold house. S...
We'd been in the park all day in the blistering heat, but when I woke up it was getting dark and the air was warm rather than oppressive. You had your arm thrown over my body as you slept on your side. I shifted, pulling away from your body a little so that I could move over you. I pushed you onto your back, still fast asleep, and gently started kissing yo...
"No!" she screamed. "What do you mean No", I asked with a level of frustration not felt since I was caught masturbating by my ex girlfriend as she came over to get the remaining items from our once shared apartment. "No means no", she answered, pulling me out of her and turning her body sideways under mine. "You have got to be kidding me?" You could fee...
"How can you watch that? Golf is absolutely the most boring sport ever invented," I sighed as I walked into the room, dropped my bag on the floor, and crawled onto the bed behind you. I wanted to distract you from the TV immediately. I wanted your immediate attention. "You just don't understand the game," you reply as you watch somebody on some golf course...
I sat on the couch doing what I do every weekend, watching sports on the television and watching you. You were working at the dinning table today instead of your usual place at the computer. I was pleased as I had a better view of you. I saw you lift your head and place your hand on your neck. I took this as a sign you needed a break and flipped the game off...
Great balls of fire. Two of them stream through the warm summer night's air. A hovering white ball of passion leads the way mimicked by a ball of blue desires. These physical manifestations chase each other in the gentle breeze casting about to and fro. They bang into each other with great steams of sparks and small puffs of smoke. Small whips of smoke trail...
The sun is rising over the Caribbean as she murmurs and stirs. Still rising from the depths of sleep she reaches across the bed to his pillow and finds only the dampness of last nights ardor on the pillowcase. She is not alarmed by his absence, sleepily she smiles. She knows that in all the years they have been together they have never missed greeting the da...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. As you sleep peacefully on your back I have a very wicked idea... You slowly awaken to the feather light touch of my fingers exploring your face, chest, belly and thighs. As you move to stretch you realise you cannot, I have bound your hands and feet and you are spreadeagled on the bed, naked and sexy...