My Papa died when I was rather young. I have very few memories of him. Mostly feelings and images. Some of these images are artificial, told to me by others or from pictures in the family album. I know that my Papa played Barrel of Monkeys with my sister and me on one of our birthdays, but I don't really remember the event. I always had the impression that p...
I enjoy touching, feeling. I love the sensations that tingle through my fingertips. I'll run my hand along a stone wall as I walk alongside it. The sharp, almost painful effect is so invigorating. My nerve-endings respond favourably to such stimulation, reminding me that I am alive, that I can feel. With this is mind, I have loved my imaginations as to what...
Stepping out of the elevator, and into the plush lobby, I have one thing on my mind. The last email he sent wasn't his usual flirtatious banter, it was a very simple request. A plea that I am only too happy to answer. "Fuck me," he'd typed. Smoothing the fabric of my dress over my hips, I stride confidently towards his office, oblivious to all but the tho...
With a small glance, I feel my body come alive. The passion in his eyes, the intense focus as he devours the words before him, I wish I were the subject he was reading. My skin tingles as I anticipate his gaze on me, the feeling of his hands gently gripping my flesh as he now holds that book. While I have experienced these things many times, my desire to exp...
"Tell me, what do you know about midgets?" That's the last thing my wife asked before we called it a night after giving Thomas the brush off. "I wonder if a midget has a regular dick or in proportion to their body. I think they could have a regular dick or a big dick, for that matter. That would be interesting to have a big dick pounding into me and this lit...
Holly's *P.O.V* I was a moving shadow as I slipped towards the front steps of my home. The house was ominous as it loomed in the dark. It towered over me and it seemed to be watching... waiting. I stepped lightly as I cautiously opened the door. My body tensed to face what was sure to be waiting for me. Nothing. I was shocked. Has he not come home yet? My...
Three days later... Salina dropped her bags at the door as soon as she entered. It was a grueling day at the hospital and even her bones hurt. Also, she felt nauseated all day long. She had invited Mitch to dinner but he was so exhausted also that he declined. "Hi Mario," she greeted trying to infuse some life in her tone. "Salina?" Mario noticed how wa...
She was in his arms and it felt so right, so good. Curling closer, tighter, seeking to fit herself completely against his long had body. His arms wrapped around her urgently, almost violently, while his mouth devoured hers. They wanted, needed, right now. She was so soft against him, her breasts pressed to his bare chest, her pelvis cradling his own. Growli...
Water streams down my back, my head tilted under the spray, rinsing my hair. With each droplet of water, my tension is flowing away. The rich lather of body wash is like silk on my soft, wet skin. One hand sweeps over the curve of a full breast, brushing against the sensitive nipple, which puckers and hardens. Back and forth my hand gently rubs, until all...
Stepping off the plane, I am filled with anticipation. The hour long flight seemed never-ending, as I pondered the moment my hands will tighten on your shoulders as you sink deep inside me. I sling the strap of my cabin bag over my shoulder, and stride towards the gate. You are waiting in the lounge, leaning casually against a pillar. Straightening as our...