She had just come in from the sauna; the wine had been aged and chilled to perfection. I'd helped with the large towel and yet tiny beads of moisture still shimmered on her golden body. Her glistening skin had been a turn-on all evening. The entirety of her body opened to my view in the sauna had been overpowering. And it's true that a naked man following a...
This is a fan fiction based off of the Night Of The Demons horror movie trilogy. I realize that not a lot of people have heard of these movies so I have included a picture of the villainess, Angela, at the end of the story. .............................. It sounded like the dumbest, most unoriginal frat challenge I had ever heard: A night in a haunted hous...
A note to the reader. In the first chapter of "Comfort the Widow," Anisé and I met in Seattle at a business conference. The next thing you know we're driving her mint condition 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville to dinner (and then her place), and horsing around. She unzipped my pants and liberated my cock, casually stroking it. I put my arm around her and dipped...
Mike shifted his weight, and moved to sit lightly on Charlotte's stomach. Still holding my face in his hands, he kissed me hard. And I allowed him. He moved one hand down my throat and chest, and hastily grabbed a breast out of the corset. But I wouldn't touch him yet. Instead, I gripped each of Charlotte's legs under the knee, and pushed them back over his...
I do not know how long I have been in the chair. We came home, my Master, my Mistress, and I, from an afternoon in the park and a bit of antiquing, had a simple and wonderful dinner, and I was brought up to the master suite where the chair was waiting, draped in a pure white sheet and decorated with leather straps on the arms and front legs. I hadn’t expecte...
Ramsay could feel her heart pounding as she waited for Seth to pick up. By the third ring, her mouth had gone dry. "Hello?" Seth's voice sounded a bit hoarse. "Um, hi, Seth. It's--it's Ramsay." "Yeah, I figured that," he said dryly. "Shouldn't you be almost here by now?" Ramsay swallowed hard and silently cursed herself for having agreed to visit Seth...
Justin entered the tavern with little fanfare, carrying a four-foot long stick in one hand. Around his neck hung a small pewter pendant of a dragon coiled slighting into a somewhat triangular shape. He wore a dark blue cloak draped over his shoulders, mostly hiding his soft, cotton shirt, of the same color blue. His jeans were visible from the front and anyw...
Chapter 2: THE HANDLER "You're my handler?" Cole shrugged. "If the term bothers you, think of me as your personal guide." The thing was, the term didn't bother me at all. Cole wasn't a bad guy when he wasn't purposely trying to be an asshole. He also happened to be tall, dark, and muscly—exactly my type, which I'm sure was no accident. Cole could handl...
The splitLiquor Massage I like to start very slowly, starting with the neck, I massage down and to the shoulders, then the face, all around the eyes, forehead, even ears and scalp. From there I start over with toes then feet, slowly up the calves, then up to the lower back, working even more slowly, making soft circles with both hands up the back, all the...
We lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of what had just taken place. He continued the soft caresses, tracing a finger along my silhouette, following every curve and arc with his eyes. I felt he was making a mental map of my body, committing every inch of me to memory. I moved in closer again, longing to feel once again the heat of his lips...