It was not too much to ask, a simple chore, really. Her neighbor, Prof. Masterson, a kind elderly woman who had always been a good friend, had asked Emily to tend to her house while she was away at a botanical exposition. The professor had fallen all over Emily with praise but there really was no reason. Emily was happy to do it and the chores involved were...
Her bewilderment was priceless. For once he felt the subtle caress as Grace finessed his mind and met resistance. Her technique was opposite to his -- where he went in with an arrow, she sent out tendrils of mist. Satisfaction brought a twist to his lips; he'd blocked her from his thoughts and discovered something about her. If only he'd remembered the c...
The first tendril began to snake its way around her arm, winding the infinitely tiny tip about in her limp fingers before sliding its way smoothly along her palm and twisting about her wrist, looping smoothly around and around as it slowly moved towards her. She could see its rough, slightly translucent skin, but it felt as soft as water thanks to the thick...
Susan, accepted the challenge from her sorority sisters and reluctantly agreed to stay overnight at the empty house known locally as the haunted mansion. She smiled as she wandered throughout the large house. It was truly beautiful and couldn't understand why no one wanted to live in it for so many years. She had heard about the strange happenings in the hou...
You lie down. I lift your head up a little and put the silk blindfold over your eyes. The silk is soft and cool against your eyes and it is relaxing. Then comes the headset over your ears. There is soft music playing, an enchanting flute, chimes, water. It continues to relax your mind as your nude skin cools to the ambient temperature of the room. You feel...
If you have read my earlier story "Maiden Stroke I and II ----, you would be well aware of the state of my body and mind and not to miss -----that of my masseuse! * * * * * After that ecstatic release, I was returning to steady state and just as all men often find the urge to repeat their performance, my male icon started to raise its head! One often wishe...
(Author's Note: Here we go again. I feel as if I'm nearing the end of this storyline. There are still a few more chapters to go, but not very much. If anyone would be interested in some private role playing, send me a feedback message. I could go for some to get my creative mind flowing once again. As with all of my stories, all characters mentioned are eigh...
Part C - Annie throws a party . . . After finishing the pizza—did she really eat the entire thing she wondered—the boys asked how she enjoyed her little adventure. "What? You dress me up as a prostitute, drug me, let a group of men use me, then ask if I ENJOYED it?" Annie demanded. In shock Annie's head snapped backwards as Brian grabbed her hair, pullin...
Thanks for the comments on my story, Just a Glimpse. I read them all. Most wanted the other side of the story, so here it is. The time frame starts a short while after she and her lover were seen by her husband in that parking lot. So you should read Just a Glimpse first. Just a glimpse was written all in the mind of the husband (Jeremy) and what that single...
Tempus Frangit By Denham Forrest, writing as Misnomer Jones Tempus Frangit, Capitulus IV Sylvia and Rose bounced into the bungalow – or whatever you like to call it – just after five o'clock, as if they had not a care in the world. The two grinning Neanderthals they called 'Win' and 'Mol' followed them. Two guys Douglas and I took to referring to...