(This was written after viewing Lilith's video. She is a very, very sexy shemale. The way the video is shot it looks like an 8mm film you would see in the old-time smut booths of a dirty bookstore. Porn in the 40's 50's 60's 70's was not easily accessed like today with the internet. The fact you risked being seen entering an adult bookstore coupled with the...
Prologue The hills of north-east Yorkshire are a mysterious inhospitable place, full of legends inspired by the strange stones and barrows which occupy the different moors. It is easy to be seduced and indeed disoriented by the expanse of heather surrounding the ancient strip farms. At the time of this tale, this was supplemented by the vile scarring of quar...
Kelly was so fucking bored that she thought she was going to die. August. Ugh. The long, drawn-out days of summer vacation. The isolation of the suburbs, nothing around for miles but other houses—most of them inhabited by no one under the age of 40. Both of the family cars taken to work by her parents. A whole month before her first year of college. At times...
I have agreed, and you have written the prescription. You are an anesthesiologist, and everything you do is with operating room precision. Were I your patient, I would lay back under a sterile drape, open my arm as if it were a book waiting to be read, and allow you to inject a sleeping potion in my vein. Open my throat so you could insert a tube through whi...
Her Station – Closure (Conclusion to Her Station) Lying next to him she felt herself rise to his touch. His long slow index finger began to withdraw from her opening. A brief feeling of abandonment echoed through her. “More” Rachel her herself plead in a voiceless whisper. Glen looked down at this woman that lay beside him craving his touch. She was still a...
I didn't care about the stars. Not really. Neither did Cordelia. In fact she couldn't name a single constellation, but it didn't matter. As we wandered a fair distance from the house, we sat in the grass and wrestled a little. It was the first time she had ever played with me so directly. In the pond—and how my mind travels back to that magic moment—at...
I have always yearned for a man to take what he wanted from me. Even the thought of it makes my juices flow. I am sexually charged even by denial of sexual pleasure if it is done in the context of sexual domination. Even some pain and humiliation, if done for the sexual pleasure of the alpha male is too arousing for me to deny. Looking for a man to offer my...
Do you ever hear a piece of music, a song, or see a picture that is so beautiful it almost makes your heart break with the poignancy of it? Hallelujah came on the radio today, whilst I drove through damp green-grey fields and the limp winter hopelessness of the view combined with the music to create a great swell of achey sadness in me that rose up and cho...
It had been raining for three straight days, which for Southern California was like the world ended. Kirsten was lucky enough not to live beneath any hills so she wasn't at risk of being buried alive in a mudslide. She was close enough to her office that the ignorance of California drivers in anything other than ideal driving conditions wasn't really a probl...
When our youngest graduated the room over the garage was available again. It was home for three of our children while they completed collage. It was almost strange to see it vacant. My husband wanted to use it for storage. It seemed to be a good idea at the time, until George hurt his back and was forced into early retirement. That's when the bills started p...