And I know he is a king, who deserves a queen. But I am not a queen. And he doesn't see me...* *English lyrics: Read / Ingebrigsten / Marazzi / Adams , Sarah Brightman's 'He doesn't see me' ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "THE KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING!" shouted the exclaimer. "Long live the king," the mass chanted. My mother pinched my ear and made me chant with th...
Edited by luvtaread The next night the four lovers sat in the chairs on their deck enjoying another gorgeous tropical night. When discussion turned to the promised story Brandon was again selected to tell the tale. "Well, as you all know the real tale began here on this island where I first met the elusive Missy. Since that fateful encounter Missy and I wo...
She pulls herself off the table, looking worriedly out into the living room, where the impatient shouts are coming from, and then up at the huge black man standing in front of her, his black erection hanging like a flag pole out in front of him. He glares at her, then down at his dripping cock. She whimpers in frustration, kneels quickly on the floor, swall...
Applause broke out throughout the room as I stepped forward rather humbly. Here once again I found myself surrounded by people of my craft – the cameramen who never missed an opportunity to catch a shot of sperm traveling at unknown light speeds. The makeup ladies who made sure that every facial blemish was covered up, every nipple stood erect, every cock ne...
"Everyone here already? Impressive!" chirped Chloe as she entered their lair a few days later. Her eyes fell on the new life-sized cardboard cutout that now adorned one of the walls. A pink-haired anime girl with a massive set of protruding tits glued to her chest was displayed on it, arms stretched out, feet up in the air, a beaming smile plastered over her...
You wake up naked, your body glistening with sweat, spread eagle your wrists handcuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling.... your ankles to the pegs in the floor. You are all alone in a small room no other sounds other than your breathing. Little light is given off from the scones on the walls. You notice a large wood ornamental carved door across from y...
Aya was His. His toy. His plaything. His slave. And god she loved it! She'd worn what her Master had asked. The collar felt safe and right around her delicate throat. He head was bowed as she knelt on the cold floor, all she could hear was her own breathing, steady and slow. Then she heard Him. He was walking up the stairs, ready to inspect, torture...
The haunting sound of an owl broke the silence of the evening as she made her way towards the leisure center. Yvette spun around at the sound and was relieved to see the owl that sat on a nearby fence. It turned its head and fixed her a steely glare. Smiling to herself, she turned back and entered the building. She had never come here alone before. But he...
On a crude, soft bed laid out in the living room, Lauren waited eagerly. They had kissed passionately and fumbled to the floor, moans escaping from their yearning mouths. "Wait." He had stopped, "I have a game to play" rising to his feet, and leaving the room. The look in his eyes was too easy to recognise, Lauren knew that tonight was going to get hea...
I do not own World of Warcraft nor will I ever...However I love that game. ***** Ysera had been running the front for the defenders of hyjal and it was going fantastically, Ragnaros's army had retreated back into the firelands and Deathwing had been slain by some of Azaroth's mightiest heroes. So naturally all that was left for the dragon aspect was to hel...