This is the next line of my love for panties. I have looked in so many drawers that I have forgotten some, had a hard time to forget others and even got in trouble with some one I knew thinking I was trying to steal something from him by catching me in his bedroom once while visiting. I probably should have just told him I was wanting to look at his wife's p...
Chapter Three: A Whiff Of Debauchery I am Anne. I am the woman who went to Chicago to fuck a Russian concert pianist and his juicy Chinese page turner. Remember? I am also the woman who afterwards whispered "I love you" to her husband while rinsing her lover's fresh sperm from her cunt. By now you must find me disgusting. Please don't think I'd care l...
Noel Fatale walked into the restaurant, her eyes taking in the whole scene before her. She noticed, but didn't react to, the stares from men and women who observed her entrance. She was used to conversations stopping and jaws dropping when she entered a room. She just wanted to have a bite to eat and read another chapter in her book before going home for a g...
Author's note: This story is a pure work of fiction, all characters and events in the tale are imaginary and fictitious. Although, human imagination is also influenced by various external stimuli. In case of author, someone has always served as poetical inspiration to imagine, fantasize, think and write. So, this story is again dedicated to — heart unfold li...
The bus was crowded with people getting home from town, as it usually was on a Saturday night. I'd been out for a few drinks with my mates, but we hadn't pulled and it was time to go home. I rather liked the night buses. You could get into conversations with people, say things to total strangers that you'd never say to your friends or family, maybe even swa...
Growing up, one of the things I hated was having to share a bedroom with my brother. Sharing with any brother would have sucked, but my brother was - well, I think the polite word is - an asshole. But I will admit that he was an asshole who was good at handyman stuff. So when our dad gave him permission to fix up an old shed we had at the back of our yard as...
Chapter 03 - The Toy Box Challenge Mike shuffled his feet on the way back to his desk. His lack of focus apparent in his slow gait, idle hands, firmly resting in his pockets, and constant sighs let out with seemingly every other step. Some of his co-workers noticed his lethargy, and unwillingness to get back to work, but simply shrugged and wrote it off as...
The modern world adorns her. The delicate, ephemeral things she wears for me, that sheath her skin and shape her flesh, The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of unspoken implication and calculated temptation. The colours and highlights that accentuate her eyes and lips and cheeks. The deep, lustrous shine of carmine on her nails. The modern world adorns...
It's four o' clock on a Thursday, Valentine's Day. I ask my boss if I can leave work an hour early, to shop for the romantic dinner I planned at home for my Sweetie. My first stop, the neighborhood market, it's always well stocked and the staff is friendly, courteous and accommodating. I search for the finest ingredients for my Special Pasta Sauce, firm vib...
Savannah sat in front of the mirror applying her deep red lipstick. Her brilliant blue eyes were framed perfectly by the glittery yet soft gold eyeshadow. Dark lines darted out from her eyelids to the edges of her eyes to give her entire face a daring look. Her long blonde hair was no more. She'd just had it colored and the dark blonde to red ombré effect lo...