Hi there! This is part three of the first chapter of this character's story. Feel free to hit the other two chapters first if you like. And don't forget to rate and leave a comment if you'd like. *** A highball of tapwater with ice. A rocks glass with bourbon and ice. Sloan took a healthy drink of the water and tried to swish the semen from her mouth with...
The moon was dimmed by the thick fixture of leaves that shuttered above us, leaving only the soft street lights and the bright stream of the car's headlights to illuminate the street before us. Although it wasn't a full moon, my blood nonetheless felt heavy, my heart rate unsteady and quickened. I continually cast a nervous glance to the line of vehicles...
Another mistake, Samantha thought, sighing as she looked at the sleeping, now proven to be incompetent lover adjacent to her unfortunately unsatisfied, fully awake body. Such a pity too, eyeing his beautiful cock, which she got the privilege of having inside of her for a full 70 seconds before he unloaded, rolled over, wordlessly played a game on his phone f...
The morning's paper rustled as my feet moved beneath it, dragging me from a memory, a dream of being sexually worshipped by my husband. I heard Keelan rambling from my room, out to the living room and back, mumbling on her phone. "No. I have no idea how she'll take this news, on top of everything else that's been thrown at her this past few weeks. Well, wha...
Morning haze. It was about 5AM, the crack of dawn, and the fog outside was dense. I was sitting in a little diner almost the breadth of the United States away from my home. I was away for a work trip. I drove out there; what a shitty idea. But while I was brooding about that, I noticed something that got my spirits up a little: there was a cute-as-hell blond...
I walk to the big heavy wooden doors of the little stone chapel. They are walnut, dark and yet compelling and welcoming, beholding secrets on the other side, promises of what is to come. With great trepidation and a tingling in the very core of my womanhood, my hands work the knob to open the weighty doors. An aroma of sexual scents almost knocks me backward...
The two had met in the Central Asian Art exhibit in the capitol art museum. Both captivated by an age-worn thangka from the foothills of Bhutan, the two laughed perversely over the image of a bull-headed deity with his consort wrapped around his waist in synchronicity with his own body. The face of the two, and the overly smooth bodies provided the spark for...
Joule D'Armon was perfect. In her he saw everthing he had searched for what seemed like his entire existence. In her eyes he could see the sun rise. In her arms he could feel her strength, In her soul he could live forever. Tonight was the night, it had been planned for weeks and nothing was going to stand in his way. Nothing. Least of all that bitch Katrina...
Thank you everyone for commenting on the last story, my apologies for taking a little too long to post the second installment. I have been working on the next chapter for Dade as well (which should be up soon too). Please leave comments. Enjoy. Scene I: New Beginnings Eliza grumbled something to herself as she pushed open the cabin door, 'These people here...
(c) 2010 Paul B. Garland and Kali Arya * Jenny's night had been an ordinary one. As normal as the day that preceded it. The alarm had gone off, like it was set to do. And her daughter had got up and gone to school, like she always did. The sun moved across the sky as Jenny's day walked it's usual path, until her daughter came home, they ate together, then...