I see you with your back pressed against a wall of brick, our bodies pressing hard against each other as we kiss. Our lips mash against each other, mouths working hard and furious, lip on lip and tongue twisting on tongue. Our hands are wanderers across bodies, the geography is new and lush under our touch. Its dark and warm in our little enclave, your thi...
+++I sat at my dressing table brushing my hair as you slept. Your soft rhythmic inhaling and exhaling as you slumbered was the only sound in the room. The morning light was breaking through the cracks in the curtains and spraying a diffused glow over your body. I was nude except for my sheer white cotton robe. I continued brushing my hair and gazing at your...
The main character will be one of these teachers choose which one you wish to send down to their lust filled sex life. They will be pranked by the same students regardless of which one you choose. Keep in mind that among the transformations in turning into a futa if they are old they will start aging backwards becoming younger at a rapid pace till they reach...
Chapter 2. The First Breakfast "Ashley!" Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, drowsily. Her large, richly golden-flecked ochre eyes gazed sleepily at hew new room. Ashley awoke, disoriented, slightly dazed. Simultaneously she realized that she felt jet lagged and that she had been woken by someone's knocking at the door of her room. She groggily examined the...
Tried writing a story (not this story) before, didn't work out as well as I'd hoped. But I've got a clearer vision now, and more experience and so I'm hoping that this comes off as delightful as its making me tingle. Feel free to drop some constructive criticism in the comments. Thanks, love! ***** "Hello Sweetheart." The voice that wrapped around his e...
'You just Chapsticked yourself in front of a bunch of strangers, your boobs are out to here, and your usual armor of panties are sitting useless in your purse. God, this would make a great study for an article. Except... where could I publish such stuff? The newspaper? And it's about ... me! Oh god!' Realization dawned that exposing herself in print would be...
Chapter 1 Tommy Thorpe (32), who farmed alone, was whistling as he worked on maintenance of the highway boundary fence-line when he saw an on-coming cyclist making hard-work of riding up the incline. He finished replacing missing staples on some of the battens (droppers) strung between two supporting posts on the almost mile-long of that section of fencin...
This is the opening part of a tale in a present time, but is told through a lot of flashbacks. There should be quite a bit of sexual content featured; but my hope is to capture and present through words all of the emotions of the main characters beneath all of the physical intimacy. Let me know how I am doing in you feel so inclined. Prologue "What you...
Wasted Bras and Wasted Thongs: Throbbing in the Christmas Hot Tub by Buck Maelstrom, M.D. and Miss Manners With a Whip Detective Lisa Anderson had been headed home, her mind on two weeks of Christmas leave, when the radio in her unmarked car crackled with the news. Her sleek, supple body rippled with tension at the prospect of a new crime on the verge of h...
She didn't really rely on him, Lydia reminded herself as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She just liked to know he could take of her, that he wanted to take care of her. It was comforting to know that she had some influence on his decisions. Like now, when he started his daily routine, usually uninterrupted. Today, Lydia nuzzled into his nec...