Most people think that doing laundry as a chore, and it can be. Collecting, sorting color's and whites, wondering if you put the correct amount of powder in the machine, to add beach or not, and fighting with the washer when it eats your favorite pair of socks. Sure there's the good part when those smelly things come out smelling of fresh mountain breeze and...
I am a married 38 year old man, a professor of medicine. I am happy, successful, my life is full of joy and meaning. I don't work too hard. I am a good father, and spend lots of time with my children. And I am a good husband, I spend lots of time with my wife, we are good friends. She is beautiful, and our sex life is okay. We are not "soul mates" though, an...
I have long fantasized about having a wild fuck session in the library. This is only possible because the library at my college is huge and very old, leaving dark unexplored corners. Of course the danger of possibly being caught only adds to the excitement! So if this fantasy was to come true, it could go something like this… I hate being in the library thi...
Light filtered through the half-open blinds and bathed the room in the sun's dying rays. The room was filled with old hardwood furniture and the floors were oak and polished to a mirror shine. A large four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, the posts reaching towards the ceiling above. The mattresses were thick and sumptuous, begging one to sink into...
The jeep shone cherry red in the afternoon sun and Dave squinted against the glare that was reflected off the hood. He'd refused Amanda's offer of sunglasses earlier that morning and now regretted it. His eyes darted over her and he noted the slightest smile on her lush, heart shaped lips. It was that quirky half-smile that said she was up to something. Thou...
Written in collaboration by jes_da_man & LittleOne Saturday, October 20, 2001 - 10:59pm --------------------------- Darkness... punctuated occasionally by the flashes from a distant thunderstorm, is folded over your eyes like a heavy layer of black velvet, and just as a lover's hand would, the humid night air caresses your face, and you can smell the sto...
There was a picture above Scarlett's bed. It was thickly framed in wood as black as pitch; the glass had a small skim of dust across it that could only be seen when the sunlight was directly on it. This usually only happened at sunrise. The picture inside the frame was small, almost too small for such a heavy and expensive looking frame. But it wasn't the...
It had been hours now, that Aurelia the vampiress like goddess had scoped the crowded mega dance club, searching for a sign of the sexual predator that she suspected was a vampire in possession of the gift to compel others. All of her time so far had been fruitless, though, as all the sexy and gorgeous dark haired brunette had accomplished was to break the h...
Foreword to readers: This story is quite long, about 7000 words. The sexual component of the story only happens on the last few pages. A key component of this story relates to the metaphysical yogic concept of Kundalini. Succinctly, Kundalini refers to a form of primal energy (or shakti) said to be located at the base of the spine. Kundalini awakenings may...
She couldn't get the water hot enough to wash him off her body. Her pussy was still swollen and sore from all the fucking...it itched and burned from the remnants of his cum inside her. There was not enough soap and water to wash away the hurt and shame. It seemed as if her body had a physical revolution to his semen insider her. Shoving the showerhead up ag...