Near a waterfall, where the white spray collapsed and broke on and off moss-covered rocks, that would be slippery to the living. Unseen forces drifted aimlessly through the mist of the rain forest, the dank, musky smell of the dead and growing foliage, Sunny floated listlessly, but "she" was calm and peaceful, that was good but "she" was still bored. That wa...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of "My Life is Different". It's the least erotic of all the stories I write for this website, and it's the one that generates the least amount of fan-mail. I've also pretty much run out of ideas for things for Buffy and Willow to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was once my favorite TV show, and I've enjoyed breathing som...
Sam smiled down at me, and I felt lost. "Well," he said, pulling me toward the car, "I thought we could think about it over dinner." I looked down at the ground and smiled. Boy, was he the charmer! He opened the door for me and I slipped in, putting my backpack between my legs. He closed the door securely and jogged around the side and climbed in next to m...
We were driving home for the weekend. As I drove, my hand could easily stroke your thigh. As the interstate was dark, you obliged by opening your legs more. By now, my fingers were running along your panty line. Slowly, my fingertips slid across the thin cloth of your yoga pants, stroking your lips through the material. For several miles, my gentle pressure...
Ok due to the fact that earlier on in my writing of this story, I was told that people were left in the dark and quite unhappy about it, I decided to take some questions asked that had been either not answered or were hard concepts to follow. Also, I admit that I have been mostly going with the plotline in my head, and that once all the chapters have been po...
The rooms are dim with evening light, cold wraps the world outside the man tall windows.I opened the curtains earlier and now look towards the passing cars, the figures moving on the road. The glass of the window feels cool against my burning skin; I see the outlines of my curves mirrored half in light half in shadow. Fingers caress the lines you would tr...
Hello all I'm Seema 35 yrs of age having a handsome husband and living in kerala. Near my house is Reshma she is my great friend and she has a servant too Tony I was in doubt that Tony is fucking reshma I decided to get it cleared morning as I saw Tony from the street I watched him Twenty minutes after Tony had gone over, Seema very quietly let herself in th...
When she died, I was lost. Drifted in a haze of sorrow. I don't remember when it first started, but I would take a piece of her clothing to bed with me to find comfort, to help me sleep. A scarf, a dress, a shirt she used to wear. It did bring comfort, a way to deal with the loss. I don't remember when I started wearing the clothes, only that it felt be...
Upon the back of her eyelids floated lines of text, overlaid with flickering images conjured by her imagination of the actions spoken of therein. Unbidden, her hands begin to roam over her body. A ticklish caress over the outer edge of her breast sends shivers through to her very soul. The lightest graze across her nipple brings it springing to taught attent...
First, find a Good Lover. You will know him because he is nothing like you expect. When you meet, your thoughts drift not to Romance, nor to other institutions in whose membership you have been trained to covet. You leave thought entirely and enter sensation, so that you understand how the barren tree mourns for the howling wind, how the black bear, torpid,...