The following story is true and although I do feel a twinge of guilt about the whole thing I would not trade the memory of this experience for anything. Let me begin by informing you that my favorite hobby is massage. I started giving my wife massages many years ago and about two years ago started doing massage for some of my co-workers, just neck and shoul...
Verchiel stood atop the mountain, gazing down at the mortal world below. Anyone looking at her would have seen a tall, beautiful woman with long black hair, bronze skin and sparkling golden brown eyes. She wore a white suit and cape. Of course, they would have been wrong. Verchiel was no mere mortal woman. She was the leader of the Powers, a Host of Angels...
comments are appreciated. and i would like to thanks kash priest for helping me with this story authors note: this was set early in 2006. It was always my dream to work in Hollywood. Since I was always good with my hands I decided I wanted to be a make up artist. Mostly because I know I'm good at it and it gives me a chance to meet some hot celebrity's....
THIS IS A CREATIVE WORK OF FICTION They call it the Most Nobel Royal Order of the Blue Garter. The story begins with the Countess of Salisbury, also known as the Fair Maid of Kent. (Historians argue over the identity of the woman.) The lady dropped her garter at a Court Ball in 1349 when dancing with King Edward III. Tradition says that to cover the la...
This time we were on a carousel. It was night and there were bright lights all around, the carousel itself was bright and flashing. We were riding horses side by side, and we were both nude. Faith seemed to be enjoying her horse quite a bit: her head was tossed back, her face was constricted in a grimace of pleasure, her tits jutted out and bounced lusciousl...
4 Sabrina glided on to the set, warmed by the reactions of the other members of the cast. She prided herself on being someone who quickly got the measure of other people and she was pretty sure she'd got the measure of Brock, Paul and Lori. Firstly there was Brock who having hailed from daytime soapie world would, no doubt, overact in that patented style. S...
I might be inaccurate in some of the details, but the story that I tell is one that comes to my dreams on many many nights, a memory of a wild time and of sacrifice. His name was John. Such a basic name. I thought that he was giving me a false name when we were talking online. That's all it was at first. Then, we had the bright idea to meet. We were just s...
Her name was Sharol. She is my master. It wasn't always that way. Let me take you back to the night she stole my heart. She was a princess in line to become queen of the kingdom. But she wasn't dressed like that at the moment. She had a too short for decency green skirt and a slightly revealing blouse of her generous holy cleavage. The blouse was rudely tor...
Beauty was only in a short white silk shirt, when she heard him at the door. It was obvious that she was not dressed like she was told. Sitting in front of the mirror she had completely lost track of time. Was there anger in the face of Severus? She turned her head away from the mirror and rushed to the big comfortable bed. Her clothes were waiting for her....
Julia looked out from her balcony at the sprawling city of Roma. Traffic seemed to pulse and roar in the night as everyone made their way to their entertainments before the holiday season truly started tomorrow. Feeling the cold she closed the door and smiled at the preparations she had made for tonight. Glancing nervously she smiled as she saw the voluptu...