Dear Readers! This story is written in the first and second person's perspective. Irox is the first person and Gam is the second. This chapter is more about Irox and her childhood. She is cold to the evil persons while she is warm to the good persons, just like Gam. I'll warn the sensitive persons for some torture scenes. The next chapter will be in the thi...
This was a couple months back. My girlfriend, Denise and I attended a party with her best friend, Mona. My girlfriend and I actually didn't know anyone there besides her best friend. A little backstory to how I met both of these girls. I met the two of them the same night at a club near campus. Before I hit on Denise, I had been twerking with Mona on the d...
As I have found myself with some spare time (I'm stuck at home with a stomach bug...), I thought I would put fingers to keyboard and write about some of the extraordinary experiences my girlfriend Bee and I have had recently. I hope you'll forgive me if some of my descriptions end up being a bit clinical. As a software developer by profession, I spend most o...
The early June morning dawned misty but cloudless; it was forecasted to be one of those absolutely perfect late spring days with dry air, sunny skies and temperatures in the seventies. Nothing could be better. Whether it was the weather, or just his state of mind, but Seth woke in a wonderful mood. He sang quietly to himself as he made his bed, tidied up h...
If you have the time you can e-mail me and tell me what you thought. * * * * * Sandra and I had now been together for about six months, and I had begun to accept the fact that we were a couple in every way except sexually. But on rare occasions she would let me sleep with her, but she had told me that she could hardly feel my 5 inch dick inside of her. B...
She was completely spent from the night before, lying on her back, a relaxed look spread across her delicate features. I didn't want her to be snapped out of this haze when I woke her up. She was still naked, her legs naturally spread. I could see her bare, pink pussy. Unable to stop myself, I kissed it. Then, careful not to wake her, I spread her legs furth...
"So this is how it starts," she thinks to herself, "the beginning of the end...." It's not what she'd expected, her brain works on switches; off and on; black and white; indecision, shades of grey, they are not part of her world. But this, this is different and it scares her because she recognises there's no easy way to do this, because a big part of her is...
(All names and individuals are fictional) First of all, let me lay out the landscape. Giuliana Castelluccio is the heiress to an Italian maritime shipping fortune. Her grandfather and father built the Aegis Line from a few rusty transport vessels after World War II to the mammoth oil-carrying and container ships of today, and later launched the very succes...
I woke up to the sound of splashing water. Menaka was in the shower unusually early in the morning. Apprehensive that one of the boys may be in with her, I walked up to the bathroom, knocked gently and entered. Menaka was by herself, and I felt petty for thinking otherwise. "Why are you up so early?" I asked. "Hey, sorry if I woke you up," she said, a bi...
Lionel was awakened by a stream of sunlight falling across his face. He slowly rolled open his eyelids and stretched languidly. "Now this is the life," he thought, picking up his phone from the bedside cabinet and noting the time as 9 am. He had taken a break from work for a week to visit his brother in Akrham, New England, trekking up from New York by bus t...