She had tormented me long enough and she knew it, easing the beads in and out of me, watching the expression on my face, just as I watched hers in the mirror, while doing the same to her. Our nights sought each other out, across a realm of twilight that had moved its shifting frontiers through words, through aeons of typed emissions, finally glances, and now...
I heard the front door shut and rushed downstairs to greet my wife Sarah. How did the interview go I asked, with a sly smile she said better than I expected? What do you mean? Well she said, remember your favourite fantasy. My prick shot up like a tent pole at the thought of Sarah fucking someone other than myself. Of course I said curious as to where this w...
Note: This story includes M/F, M/M, piss play, dominance & submission, and incest, and all characters are at least 18 years of age. Also please note that this story is set in a historical fantasy world that, though it shares many similarities with our own, isn't intended to literally represent a specific area. ***** Though it was earlier than they generall...
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise - there is indeed good wine in the mountains of Vermont. And many of the ladies were sampling several of the reds and whites that were available at the wine tent. John, meanwhile, was more of a "meat and potatoes" kind of guy, drinking a can of Old Milwaukee as he made his way around the grounds. He was beginning to g...
The twin moons of Elysia hung like pendulous breasts in the darkened sky, the shimmering jewelled galactic centre providing a breathtaking backdrop to the unique sight as the massive gas giant that orbited outwards of the planet started to rise above the nearby tree tops. The magnificence was lost on Richard Jensen as he sat in the garden chair, legs spread...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
Jessica's body was soaked with sweat. Her freshly high-lit hair was already damp and she wasn't sure her thick mascara wouldn't start running down her cheeks. It was one of those 'sticky' days, as she always thought of them. Hot and humid without a cloud in the sky. The kind of day where a white tank top and her Daisy Dukes were the only option. Forget the b...
Author's Note: I'm still working on Say a Prayer. Sorry for taking so long with it. However, an idea for a short story has been bugging me, and I must write it! It doesn't have much conflict. All graphically sexual descriptions in my stories involve characters that are at least 18 years old, often older than that. It will take a while for sex to start happen...
Chapter 37 A breeze blew through the lab from the open windows, carrying the sirens from the busy city streets. Boo twisted the collar valve on the Bunsen burner until the flame burned an incandescent blue. He then smirked at Wolfy who appeared to be struggling to fit his goggles over his bushy sideburns. "Ey, you know Don bedded Stephanie the other night?"...
*Thank you all for your continued feedback, support, and votes.* Thirty minutes later, Dane and Jeneda arrived at their destination, and after getting out of their respective cars, they walked hand in hand up a hill that led towards the property. Dane hadn't given her any clue as to where they were going, so when she first caught sight of the residence the...