I have sat by streams, watching the water slowly trickle around a smooth shaped rock, something at one time that was probably foreign to its surroundings. As time continued the water slowly erodes away the rough edges, slowly smoothes out the hard surface until it became part of the picturesque image, until it became a part of the stream. It’s natural, and i...
Sorry if this is a bit rusty, my first piece of literature in a long time, let alone erotic other than what I create when I roleplay. ***** I hear you and my sister arguing, trying to keep hushed but I hear every word. "You're so obsessed with saving her, you don't even care about me anymore." "You're being ridiculous, Emily. She needs help. Shoving her...
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Stretched out upon the sofa, her head resting securely in my lap, she sleeps peacefully. Necessitating the dim candlelight, the blackout has actually resulted in a romantic setting, the gentle flickering of the candles seeming to cause her face to glow with the innocence of a newborn child. She sleeps, yet a soft smile gently tugs at the corners of her dai...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Unable to let her go, love at first sight and lost, Robert remembers Emma. As if he was being sentenced to death, about to be executed, and the man standing before him was his executioner, Robert stared through the priest as if he was the Grim Reaper. "If anyone objects to this marriage, let them sp...
This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil Chapter 7 – Sister Mary Clare's first day Sister Mary Clare was at work early in the morning, she was busily writing down her new plans for the church. Her fresh perfectly cared for and prepared black and white nun's garments, perhaps a little tighter more revealing of her curved figure than n...
Chapter 17 Misery loves company They were in bed by midnight and perhaps as expected they were about to have sex. When he began to mount her she lifted her legs higher, placing them on top of his shoulders. "Put it in the other way. I'm in the mood for it Demetri," she asked. It was different than what he was used to with her and when he got a nice rhyt...
The frail 72 year old woman was placed on the right side of the table that was at the head of the room an hour after the anniversary party had begun. Her fit 72 year old husband sat beside her while an empty chair stood between him and the woman seated to his left. Some of the guests were wondering why she was at the head table with the married couple, but d...
The rain beat down on the three females standing by the small grave, one old, one young, and a newborn. "Will you take the wee one back to your fathers?" The old one, Hilda a stout woman with fading brown hair asked the young girl. "Why would I go back? He cast my sister out when she was with child. Father would not listen to her innocence then, and he wo...
Warning: If you are not a steady Majgen-story reader this appendix most likely holds nothing of interest to you. My apologies for your inconvenience. Foreword: My self-editorial skills are not as developed as I would like them to be yet. Hence this section had to be presented as an appendix rather than as a part of a chapter. This section, 'The Human Natio...