The Tahl-Mat made a quick, imperious gesture with one hand, the soft jangle of the golden bracelets adorning her wrist sounding a compelling note through the long room. Slowly silence spread on both sides of the table as one of the gorgeously plumed ladies hovering behind the seated women rustled forward to help the old empress to her feet. Alanna swallowed...
Since I list in my profile that I am happily married, several readers of my first story asked that I write about my wife. This story is a tribute to my wife and explores one of my favorite memories, a bathtub adventure. * * * There are moments in your life when certain inanimate objects inherit importance and meaning beyond their mere physical presence. I...
PART 1: AROMATHERAPY FOREWORD This is a brief but informative and hopefully enlightening article on using your senses to help with your creativity. I highly recommend that if you're open-minded and looking to make your storytelling feel a little more adventurous and expressive, you try this and see where it takes you. 1 THE SENSES There is an uncommon n...
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...
I'd like to share a memory of the way things were before this all started and everything went to shambles. A memory of what I once had, before I lost it... Before I recognized the value of what I had lost, even. Moreso than sharing it, I think I just want to remind myself so I don't forget. Looking back, it's funny how we thought our problems then were stres...
I hope you enjoy Chapter 2, as more of Darius' memory returns. The plot is thickening in this Chapter, so please be sure to read Chapter 1 to know what is happening! ~Amoronaut * His brain hurt, as if someone were trying to squeeze his frontal lobe into a glass jar. Just moments ago, a small piece of circuitry about the size of his fingernail had been surg...
This is more of a SciFi story than an erotic story even though much of it deals with highly non-consensual sex. A series of college girls are attacked by a rapist who uses a special drug to overwhelm them. The drug not only incapacitates them, it also fogs their memory and prevents them from identifying him... until the great-great-great-great-great-grandso...
Through the eye of Mischief's memory, Penitent saw the wizard's study, then the wizard. Wychar. He had let his name slip. He was obviously an amateur. His summoning circle was textbook. Textbook perfect, and textbook basic. He had successfully bound her- Mischief -to his will, but there were none of the personal variations of a practiced summoner. This had o...
I would like to thank you my love for an unbelievable day. The day of the two haircuts will live in my memory for a very long time. The afternoon visiting with our friend, Randy was very pleasant and I enjoyed very much the great trim job you gave me. Thank you for being the open woman you are and allowing my hands to fondle your body. I really enjoy the sex...
The scent of you still fills my head, the sensation of the textures of you still linger on my hands, my mouth, my skin. The memory of your hands on me, stroking my skin, touching me unexpectedly, bringing me to orgasm when I least expected it. I can't remember the last time a man gave me an orgasm, and that may reflect badly on him, but says so much about yo...