Anise Chapter 3 or so/Novel Insert Possibility As Anise strolled down the dark wet street, she felt a breeze across her thighs, as if from a ghostly hand. Her silken black skirt was adorned with a very high slit to the right hip. The thought of a hand creeping up that slit to her bare hip made a shiver climb up her spine. As the mist of rain started to fall...
As Anise strolled down the dark wet street, she felt a breeze across her thighs, as if from a ghostly hand. Her silken black skirt was adorned with a very high slit to the right hip. The though of a hand creeping up that slit to her bare hip made a shiver climb up her spine. As the mist of rain started to fall, her white satin blouse began to cling to her ba...
Jonathan Hunter walked into a neighborhood bar he never saw before; he sat down on one of the empty stools at the bar and ordered himself a beer. The waitress behind the long counter was: an attractive, blonde hair woman with deep blue eyes and a curvy figure that demanded attention. With a smile on her lips, the busty blonde handed the sweaty long neck bott...
Indubitable Brown ("Doobie" to his public school form mates, Dooobie doo, to his enemies) was,in 1843, the sole remaining heir to the Brown fortune . Though the names of several of his ancestors are more familiar (Charles "Charlie" Brown, the famous footballer and "Capability" Brown, Queen Victoria's head gardener are well known throughout the empire, as are...
They'd been seeing each other weekly for three months, talking online in between, both testing the waters, both uncertain and scared of hurt yet again, both with their own demons. Finally he began to show he was interested, it was her key to give her heart, that it would be safe Headlong she fell; again, foolishly she repeated mistakes of past failures, givi...
We were in the car, his profile lit from beside him by the setting sun, which had lent him the appearance of an angel. He is my friend. He is Dominant. His voice awakened me from deep slumber, the warmth, timbre and persuasive tone inspired me to move gracefully from my perch, stepping lightly into the three inch heels he preferred, donned my long white he...
It was one of those crazy Summer Days in London, wet, cloudy, gloomy with a cold wind blowing all day. The kind of weather that makes people do strange things. And if you were to see Lisa, lying naked, heaving, moaning, writhing, tits bouncing from the cock that was slamming into her cunt ... her grunting muffled because of the dildo in her mouth on which...
Slowly, I sank toward the floor, ultimately kneeling on the cool hard tile and feebly gripping the edge of the countertop. I could still feel my heart beating faster than normal, and even though he was no longer moving deep inside me, I could still "feel" him there, his girth forcing my body to accommodate him, his length brushing against my cervix. I could...
Andy found himself in the oversized restroom of the local gothic club. Outside, his friends were having a good time drinking and dancing. His long-standing crush Meagan was even befriending a total stranger dressed like a zombie. Inside where two lovely women, go-go dancers he had been admiring, out on break eager to molest him. It would be a really good dea...
My stories are short; they are not about details that have no meanings. They are my reactions to this world. They are about my sexuality, my hopes and my fears. This started with my story, the shower, and it will end the day that I die. *** The Dance Moving through the crowd in the darkened room I can feel the energy, the pull of the emotions swirling...