Dear Diary, Today was an amazing day. I got to spend the whole day with her. I just want to tell her how I feel, but I don't know how she'll react. I don't even know if she likes girls, let alone a dickgirl. It's so hard to live my life like other girls sometimes. I always feel alone and no one ever took the time to get to know me... well, except for Ashley...
Brian Pumper smiled to himself after wrapping up the shoots on the new video he was both Directing and Starring in. Today's shooting had been particularly demanding. There was a crop of rookie actors and actresses on the set and Brian Pumper had to whip some of them into shape. Producing quality Black videos was Brian Pumper's new mantra. And Super Hot Studi...
Dr. Beatrice Fullerton is a Harvard-educated and Boston-based psychiatrist dedicated to healing the human mind, especially when it comes to the treatment of addictions of a sexual nature. She's recently published a nonfiction expose on the converge of feminism, BDSM, sexual addiction and female empowerment. Female Domination As Part Of Natural Evolution by D...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Tickle Torture "I told you this was a bad idea.....
Sarah and I grew up together. We were from the same country stock, hard working families that sweat together from daybreak to dark with almost no thought of weekends or vacations. Living on farms away from all of the rich kids that lived in town, with parents who had jobs and money caused us to gravitate towards each other. We were friends, the kind there...
from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me - I will be punished for it sooner o...
Seeing a couple on a boat trip up the river Dart from Dartmouth to Totnes I encountered a certain body language which indicated they were not just mother and son as one might think on first sighting - but very much lovers. The guy was possibly in his early twenties but the woman maybe in her late thirties so one could easily put the toy boy romance tag on h...
October 27 I woke up in the late morning. I was still laying in a gooey mess, and the thick cum on my face and frontside had dried to a flaky frosting-like substance. The smell was an intoxicating aroma of testosterone and masculinity. The dark t-shirt I was wearing had a large stain around the neck and chest area, but there wasn't much I could do about it...
Selina looked up at the dull gray skies and smelled the damp, heavy air, and knew that there would be no escape this year. She wanted to cry. It just didn't feel fair. They'd almost made it this time. She thought that the ship had signaled its approach well in advance of the spring rains, but Lilac's eccentric orbit had defeated her best attempts to predict...
The soft glow of the candles illuminates her skin, as she sits in front of the mirror of her vanity. A gentle sigh escapes the Cupid's bow mouth, a sound of quiet remorse while her nightly ritual comes to a climax. The almost scalding hot bath had left a luminous red glow upon her skin, teasing out the usually translucent freckles upon her chest and shoulder...