My mind drifts to a dark room, a wooden high post bed with black lace draped around the corners. A face emerges from between my legs, wet around her mouth and across her cheeks, she has enjoyed the taste of me, drinking me up, the first woman to slam her tongue into my dripping wet cunt. Behind her in front of the fireplace, I see two masculine shadows sitti...
A friend asked me to put her experience in story form, so after several interview sessions I finally got the gist of her story, and with a few embellishments here it is. Some Tagalog phrases are included, but you can get the gist of story, I think. Names have been modified as per her request. She hopes you enjoy reading it as much as she did. - author *****...
Many readers asked me to write stories completely in English. But I enjoy writing in Urdu especially the dialogues. So in the present story I will translate as much conversation and other Urdu words as possible into English. ========================== It was a blooming morning. Autumn was approaching but yet coldness did not shrewd so much to assume it as...
"Jetzt schmoll doch nicht die ganze Zeit", sagte mein Vater und starrte mich genervt durch den Rückspiegel an. "Vor kurzem hast du noch gemeckert, dass wir nicht in den Urlaub fahren würden!" Ich antwortete nicht und sah aus dem Fenster. Draußen zogen endlose Rapsfelder vorbei, während wir über die Landstraße Richtung Ostsee fuhren. Schli...
Preface to part-1... I am staying in a rented house. We have a good relationship with the house owner. The house owner stays in ground floor and 1st floor is given for rent. My wife has a good friend ship with the house owners. I am rarely speak with them, in case any requirement. Otherwise I just give them a smile and walks away on my way. My wife used t...
I had a close friend, well lets call him Raju. Both of us had crossed 18 years and were of thin build and medium height (he was slightly taller than me). He was a very fair and handsome boy. We were living in a small town of western U.P. We were quite close and used to visit each other's house quite frequently. Both of us were jolly, witty and very very naug...
A word about the series, unrequited love had always been one my favorite subjects. I guess that is because it appeals to both the romantic and compassionate parts of my personality. I really hate the idea of two people would suffering needlessly with happiness and fulfillment so close to them. The plot of each story attempts to place the central characters...
The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...
This is my first story I have ever submitted, so if you would like to leave any comment I would love to know!!! Again first time!! Hope you enjoy, for I have enjoyed it yet so far!!! This is all fiction, nothing is true!! And all over 18! ~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~ ~ Ahhh....I remember the day, the day my life changed. Wh...
[Author's Note: This story is written using the narrative technique termed 'stream of consciousness.' The stream of consciousness technique is one of the defining features of twentieth century literature, though it seems rarely used in online erotica. In this approach, the narrator describes not just the character's actions and speech, but broadcasts the var...