At the uppermost level of a castle, by the ledge of a broad arching window facing the ancient forest, sat the Huntsman Hansel. Though he wore the clothes of a simple commoner, an acknowledgment perhaps to his post as a huntsman, he was in truth a person of some status. Indeed, five years has passed since he was compelled to go to the castle, harassed into we...
These are erotic snapshots like a camera taking photos of their love making experience below: Meeting. Vertical meeting of bodies. One, a man. One, a woman. Eyes meet eyes. One forrest green. One coffee brown. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Touch. First touch on skin. Electric. Charged. Sends signals to the brain. Her skin smooth, silky, soft. His skin ro...
A tear runs down my cheek and falls onto the empty page in front of me. The window above me is open, the chilly air and the breeze flowing through, touching my skin like an invisible finger. Autumn has come early this year. I had abandoned most of my thoughts from the corners of my mind. Trying to recall them now is painful. You are real and still fresh in...
This economy is killing me. Or as the general parlance goes, "it fucking sucks." "I'm sorry, Kay, but we really just cannot afford to continue your contract." He looks genuinely pained, but I am looking for any falsity, pretense. "I'd be willing to cut my rates, as I have the last three years, but the margin is getting smaller," I offer. He smiles. "I app...
Chapter 04: Leg of Lust On the way to my chair I whipped off my clothes, heels, blouse and skirt, leaving a trail Hansel and Gretel couldn't miss. Didn't need to tell joeie to strip, he was already naked, and like an eager puppy he met me at my chair looking happy as could be. I grabbed the chair's arm and spread my legs wide, turning my butt to his face. I...
Jacques Binoche lived on the banks of the mighty St. Lawrence River that runs between Canada and the United States. It was the area dotted with a thousand islands, some just big enough to support a cottage and some large enough for a country estate. His passion was boating and almost every weekend he'd be out of the river, navigating his craft through the m...
She sat silent, waiting, expecting the final blow to be struck. The tears slid, unnoticed, down her face silently pooling on the highly polished wooden floors. She could smell the orange wood polish that every wooden surface held. She suddenly tensed, hearing movement outside the door. She waited, assuming it was him. So far as she knew it could be no one el...
Dear Dickhead, I wanted to write you this letter of thanks for the most memorable; if not the most unique blind date experience I have had in my entire socially depressed life. The wonderment of it all began the moment you drove up in your rent-a-wreck car??? {I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with recognizing the models the car manufacturers deemed "losers"...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A witch of a fortuneteller tricks a man to be her sexy Valentine. The day before Valentine's Day, I was invited to my friend's house for dinner. As we all hung out together, all my friends were there, as a Valentine's Day party, especially for the kids. I figured they were trying to set me up with so...
All of the characters in this story are at least 21 years of age or older. Enjoy . . . * * * * * "Here it is!" I finally found my old Halloween costume, in a box in the attic marked 'Donations'. I'm not sure why it was in there, possibly to keep it hidden from visiting guests, especially the underage kind. It's a Catwoman outfit (go figure), one I had w...