It was a warm, balmy Saturday night as the young, 30-something couple drove home after a dinner out. They had enjoyed a few drinks and a good meal at their favorite BBQ restaurant and they were both a bit buzzed. The windows and sunroof were open allowing the warm night air to caress them as the Eagles Hotel California came from the CD player of their new bl...
As I stared upward, her bottom presented moist and pout, and her pussy lips formed a butterfly effect with the labia, inviting cock or mouth to enter and be used for pleasure. The anus, the serious "ring," an opening into the body's equivalent of a spaceship's cargo bay doors {"Open the cargo bay doors, Hal!"} smirked at me as I stared; it pulsed in and ou...
To the reader: There is no sex in this story. It's the story of a brief encounter between two men at the gravesite of the woman they both loved, each in their own way. Please remember, this is fiction. ******** "Grant your forgiveness oh Lord, to the soul of your servant Samantha that, being dead to this world, she may live now to you alone, and whatever s...
I finish my coffee hearing you moving round the bathroom. After a few minutes I hear the shower come on and quickly start unpacking my bags into the cupboards before heading through naked into the bathroom. Finding the door open I wander in, hearing some soft background music coming from an MP3 player on the side of the sink steam filling the room from the...
* * * * * Ali's point of view: Her new "lifestyle." There are some formative things in my life. Memories or occurrences that I keep with me, that I set my course by. I use my feelings to figure out what to do next. For example -- how bad I felt in High School about letting the boys use me like trash. For a while, I had no friends at all, nobody who talke...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (31 min/mp3) * * * * * Ever wondered what it would be like to fuck in the moonlight? Think about the chance of being caught outside in front of anyone who should happen to come across your naked path? Well, during a recent training session ordered by my Master, I was instructed to strip to all bu...
Master had been bringing me to the gatherings for quite awhile before I became the monthly star. We dressed in the attire that Master preferred. He, in his jet black jeans and shirt, would lead me with the leash attached to my collar. Silver links fell from the collar in adornment, jingling lightly as I walked quietly near him. Compared to many of the othe...
His offer: I have four frames remaining in my old manual drive Olympus. Each time you see me with this camera you may nod assent or call it quits. If assent is given, I will advance the film one frame. You may offer no further protest until the shutter has been released. I choose the locale, the background, the costume, the action and the pose. Each shot wi...
Funerals these days are not what they used to be. In the past when a loved one died you had a ceremony, you grieved, family and friends gathered to say good bye and then the body would be buried or cremated but in a way that they were not completely destroyed, mostly the dead was kept close and ever present. But in 3030 things were different, harsher, more...
Goddamn...we are really doing it...after all that time and effort...we are fucking doing it! The soft splash of the waves against the hull...the low creak of the night running rigging...the unceasing gentle rocking...the especially bright palette of stars undimmed by the glow of artificial lights...all seemed so improbable fourteen months ago.... ...."You...