She wakes, quietly but thoroughly, her hand cupping one soft, breast, the nipple hard and elongated beneath her palm. Remnants of a remembered dream, soft and erotic, linger. Her fingers sweep out and under, trailing butterfly touches along the sensitive underside of her breast. Squeezing gently, her eyes seek the stiff red tip, measuring the length of her a...
The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home. I dispensed with my usual character development for this story, really just to see if I could do it...
She places herself nicely in between your legs and looks up at you with a smile. She keeps her smile as she leans into you and pushes your shirt up to expose your stomach and holding your shirt in one hand she starts to lightly lick across your stomach. She runs her tongue in small strokes up and down your stomach. She stops at the edge of your belly button...
Chicken, it was a word we had used from childhood to challenge our partners and good friends into doing outrageous things, from jumping off the cliffs at the local lake, to playing ding dong ditch on the School Principal's house. The first time my girlfriend used the word during some hot sexy role play, we got carried away, resulting in Sara's impregnation....
Andrea's thighs were straddled across my face with her plump shaven pussy lips hovering just above my mouth as I held her ass cheeks in my hands. She was holding my cock and sucking the swollen head into her mouth as we both lay there on her bed in a classic 69 position. However, the thing that made this 69 a little more intriguing was that one of her husban...
~~All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are willing participants the activities which make us this story. I broke this story down into multiple pieces not because it made sense that way, it was to keep the segments short enough to post without have a story spanning a dozen pages or more. All of these segments represent one time between our...
If you live in the twenty-first century, you probably heard about Tip first as a pop idol. There were a bunch of "virtual idols" back around the turn of the millennium, some even before holographic projection really got going. They always had these "futuristic" names like Kyoko Date and Hatsune Miku. They were 2D images masquerading as 3D, like silent film s...
The door shuts out the howling wind and snow behind you. A woman in sheer fabric stands from a stool behind the counter to the left. Seated around a fire central to the main entrance, several men straighten in their leisure, eyeing you up and down. Their armor is in various states of removal as they swallow ale from tankards, their beards drizzled with the s...
Laying in the dark, it’s cold. I love winter, when the air is so cold you can see your breath. There’s nothing like it. But what I love even more is waking up to find you next to me. You’re still sleeping, you’re breathing hard and deep. You’re laying on your back and I can just make out a slight tent over your groin in the dark. I know how deep you sleep an...
She wakes, quietly but thoroughly, her hand cupping one soft, breast, the nipple hard and elongated beneath her palm. Her fingers sweep out and under, trailing butterfly touches along the sensitive underside of her breast. Squeezing gently, her eyes seek the stiff red tip, measuring the length of her arousal. Her dreams are wisps of ether, hints of sexual lo...