She ran into the old farm house and hid behind the chair. She shook as it pounded on the door. She looked as the door frame gave out and the door fell to the floor. Her eyes widened as the invisible force entered the house. She ran as it pointed at her and she fell to the floor. He laughed and pulled her back towards him. Sherrie had released something that...
'This is our last goodbye... I hate to feel the love between us die' (... do you know the lyrics of Buckley?) 'Must I dream and always see your face... kiss me please kiss me. Kiss me out of desire, baby no consolation. oh you know it makes me so angry because I know that it died, I don’t want to make you cry, this is our last goodbye'... The wet street was...
Sorry for the delay ya'll.. I have somethings going on... Hope ya'l like it.. Please give me feedback so I can continue... :) * Cory was furious. The air steamed with her anger as she paced barefoot across her hardwood floors; each step creating a heavy thud that echoed through the apartment walls. She was dressed in white boxer shorts; rolled up and bar...
We're at home one evening, lounging after a particularly long day for both of us. We're both reading; I'm going through a magazine and you're reading a book. I'm stroking your hair, just enjoying how you feel, your body leaned up against me on the couch. Suddenly, you look at me, grin, and walk out of the room. Before you leave, I cock an eyebrow upwards, wa...
'You live in a very posh house.' Jossy said, using her flirtiest purr. 'Thank you,' said a foreign accent on the other end, a local Italian by the sound of it. 'I renovate it myself.' Jossy put the binoculars to her eyes again and the man by the villa waved, phone to his ear. 'She's for sale, if you're interested' With all its white stucco and tall chim...
It was her daughter's fault of course. Of that Natalie had absolutely no doubt. It was silly Melissa who posed topless in that horrible magazine and when Natalie had challenged her sanity, it was Melissa who had accused her mother of being a prude. Natalie never let anyone call her that – especially her nineteen year-old daughter – even if she had been some...
What is the difference between a good story and a bad one? With so many different preferences and perversions percolating among the aficionados of this site, what one person enjoys another may detest. The best erotica is not the sex, but how the story of sex. Many works that would have been good stories have been sabotaged by poor grammar. On one hand gramm...
Bruce gently laid Barbara down on the sofa. Though she could not see, her other senses were compensating for the loss by amplifying every detail of her surroundings. She could smell the rich leather of the coach, which blended with the scent of the fireplace, which melded in her mind with the crackling sounds of the fire, and she felt it's warmth against her...
I am about to describe what I do when I eat Magnum Ice Cream. If you do not know what a Magnum looks like google it. When I get a Magnum I unwrap it slowly. It is either Magnum classic or Magnum Strawberry Vision. I take the wooden handle and first smell the chocolate. The whiff of chocolate makes my mouth water. I start at the front where there is usually...
The next day was rainy and overcast albeit warm, just as had been predicted. Our weatherman is nothing if not reliable. She arrived precisely at ten fifteen, just like a good little girl. As I saw her appear, I approached her silver Accord with umbrella in hand and we clung to each other under it on the way in. Starbucks was minimally populated at that hour...