It was often said by my friends who often spent the late hours of the night devoted to some hedonistic act, that I have far too sober attitude towards life than any 22 had any right to. In fact that was how my friend John would end his tales of his most recent debauched acts. We would often spend the Monday evening in the apartment drinking whiskey, while he...
The moisten sweat of our bodies glide across on another in fits of passion. Slowly they dry in the ever-present heat of the fire. Our hands explore all the crevices of our bodies as we search for those special places that drive one another wild. Your sweet sent permeates my body and sets my mind into a rage of desire. I know I need to be inside of you to bec...
Lay there my angel; my One; so removed from this world and moment, arrested and motionless ; still and indifferent To your Protector and Shield; the One who has desired you for so many seasons ; so many days and countless nights; and who has wished to have you - and to enjoy the warmth of your passion and embrace, and to taste the sweetness of your tears and...
They walk along a path trodden only by nature, a whispering stream hushes by as they walk along beside it. His eyes meet hers—The message exchanged by their fleeting glance is warm. It is love. Love in its purest form, free of guilt, shame, and jealousy and free of society! Here in nature they can grow and mature, free of the bonds of society. Never to be ch...
It was a long Saturday evening when I walked back into the small studio apartment I shared with my little sister. Given how young she was at a budding 18 years old, her side of the room was all pink and covered in lace, while my side had a more austere and efficient look. There were two things that were similar about us : first was our shared passion for gam...
Monday morning Elizabeth Ann wakes up early. She throws the covers off herself and looks at her tanned, naked body. Her dark nipples rise like twin towers in the center of chocolate cookies resting on amber orbs. Her waist is narrow; it's flatness broken only by her navel, which appears as a sensuous hollow that longs to be filled with syrupy cream. Her Ven...
Entering the run down old book store you can't believe your luck, and whether it is good or bad. When your ancient grandfather died after many happy years he left behind a wealth of different kind of riches, your parents inherited houses and companies, while your sister inherited a butt load of money... plus the yacht, and you... well you got a dingy old boo...
*This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you... *Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You You sing the song of my soul like a lark *Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other come here at once linger beside Me The memory of bidden words and unbidde...
The crackle of the fire called to her, drawing her from her solitary perch on the couch. Bare feet meeting cold hardwood, welcomed the warmth of the floor before the hearth. Kneeling to the floor, she opened the screen and placed a large log across the dimming flame. The smell of wood smoke enveloped her as the fire's appetite licked the edges of the new woo...
This was my first trip alone to Jia’s house, after I left the town. I always admired Jia, but it was difficult to eye a friend. Even if I fantasized about her, I had no way to make any progress, especially with her husband around. But she always made me horny and I could enter the nearest hole uninvited. And I literally did that… When I called up to fix a m...