"The curves of your lips rewrite history." Oscar Wilde Bangover: (noun) the fun happy mood created from the physical aftereffects of too much sexual intercourse and lack of sleep. Dear Diary, I love experiencing firsts, don't you? There is nothing like the first time you experience multiple orgasms, double penetration, or even enjoying an orgasm from ana...
Luka left the highway about twenty minutes later, and quickly the roads became smaller and more deserted until they travelled on nothing more than two tire ruts through fields and forest. Shortly after sunrise he pulled up to a cabin that looked strangely well kept for being so remote. Motioning her to stay put, he got out of the car and stood facing the cab...
**This is a direct continuation of chapter 2. If you haven't read the first two chapters yet, go on and read those first. Don't forget to vote!** * The clerk in Dr. Feelgood's barely lifted an eyebrow when I came in, but when Melody followed me in topless, her tits covered in cum, her jaw dropped. I looked at the clerk twice, though, taking the opportunity...
A week later after our high school reunion Rhonda and I decided to spend the whole weekend all to ourselves. Ever since that night in the school cafeteria we've grown closer, getting to know more about each other than ever before. Hard to believe she was that same girl who played volleyball like a pro with a tomboyish attitude to go with it. After leaving he...
Blood ---- "Mercy through blood!" The shouts of armored reavers on fourteen longships roared through the air as they made their quick approach towards the hapless town along the icy shoreline. A warning bell was being rung from within, but Kjartan knew it would make no difference if its inhabitants were aware of their impending demise or not. Just as...
The front door closes with the snap of a starter pistol and traps a deeper silence in the house. The kind of silence you only get when you're alone. Suddenly you can hear the creaking timbers and moaning, coughing pipes; the ticking of the clock fills the front room. The other half has gone out. I was invited, but I declined. It was a bit 'girl heavy' for m...
The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story PART ONE "I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something--five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with m...
He couldn't wait for her to leave for school. He worked from home and loved to play when ever he had the chance. Sex between them was almost non existent anymore but she still gave him blowjobs when ever he asked. That was part of the problem, Matt didn't want to ask for sex, he wanted it forced on him. He dreaded taking control all the time, he was secret...
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Donna said as she peered through the windshield of the Pathfinder into the black night that swallowed State Road 13. Thick, wet snow smacked the glass. The wipers, still in need of changing, squeaked as they did their best to hang onto their jobs. “It’s like…fucking Alaska out here.” She brushed her dark brown hair...
This is a coming of age story set on the coast of New England in the mid-sixties. It is the summer after my eighteenth birthday, between high school graduation and freshman year of college. *** After supper on Sunday my dad headed back up to the city house and I decided to wander over to the Thompson cottage to see what my friend Steve was up to. Mrs. Th...