I was finishing up her peace sign tattoo. Emilie was still stifling moans, because as I was tattooing her I had the heel of my left hand applying pressure directly to her clit. Her tattoo is on her hip so, so whereas my right hand, holding the tattoo gun, was hovering over her left hip, my left hand was resting between her legs. Emilie is eighteen with a pe...
It is a balmy, dream-filled summer's evening. The air hangs warm; still, suggestive, heavy. Laden with possibility and promise. Through the windows the distant lights twinkle and the occasional car drifts by silently, onwards to its destination. A train passes in the distance; a steel tube shining and sparkling against the setting sun. The sky is a painter's...
The wind was definitely picking up. Just my luck. I had just wanted to take a walk, since the house was getting a little much for me. You see, every year for summer vacation, my parents will drag me and my little brothers to this hole of a town. The town had like only 300 residents, and from what I had seen, none of them were anywhere below the age of 35. S...
"Please?" she begged, her hand outstretched as she cowered in the corner of her cage. Her platinum blonde curls were nearly white as they framed her pale face. Her skin was the color of alabaster and she looked like a goddess. Her body was perfection; her breasts perfect mounds, her legs long and lush. Her lips bright red trembled as she spoke. Her other arm...
(with apologies to Charles Lutwidge Dodgeson) ====================== Everyone's over 18. Reading the Lewis Carroll poem won't help you understand the story any better, but everyone ought read it at least once in their lives. Theakston's Old Peculier (yes, that's the correct spelling) is a classic porter; it's every bit as good as Alice describes it. ===...
This is the second installment to this story, I got such good feedback from the first one that I felt I should add another chapter. I will allow you to walk out now, but if you don't you shall have all of your items from home Moved here, and your life will be only to serve Me....I give you a moment to think about this before you decide. Alas, your decision...
Editor's note: story contains menstruation/bloodplay. If this disturbs you, please read no further. Inspired by the character Grace, created by Chaotic. Used with permission. * I'd sort of peripherally noticed the big bruiser glaring at us from the bar, but that girl was so HOT, and she was obviously into me. If she had a jealous ex-boyfriend, or whate...
When I got home, I spent the rest of my Friday night finishing Emi's homework. I wasn't particularly thrilled, but I also knew that I needed to get it done for her. The next day I was awoken by a text from Emi that read, "hey bitch! Get over here, so you can worship me". When I read that message, I realized how stupid I was being and decided that I would...
I dream of you. You excite my imagination and stimulate my mind. My body warms, yearning for the meaning of your words. You live in my mind, bringing joy and yet also an unfulfilled longing. There you stand before me, as radiant and glowing as I imagined. Your beauty stuns me, the twinkling in your eyes lights your face. Your mouth curves delicately in an i...
Craig unloads everything he needs for a day at the beach, everything from a towel to a cooler full of Coronas. He carries the cooler, a large umbrella and sac with everything else in it down toward the shore line and sets up. After kicking off his sandals and lying down on the towel beneath the umbrella, he pops open the cooler and grabs a Corona. The beer...