That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die. **_- - - - - - _**From the endless abyssal void that abides without the boundaries of our universe, the mad, dead and dying deities of old reside, as they slowly lose themselves to the infinite darkness. From this space, a single whisper sounded. It was in a voice that could on...
Chapter 09. The Poppy Fields "I think I can see the end of the forest!" "Are you sure, Scarecrow," Dorothy asked. She wanted him to be right this time. She had been in the dark for days and she wanted to get past these woods. "That's the third time you've said you could see the end and we haven't gotten there yet..." The straw man looked down the path aga...
This story is part 2 of my first story, "Fuzzy Flight". I recommend reading that first. After we had landed and had docked at the appropriate boarding bridge, there was a general rush to leave the plane. On my arm I carried the lovely thick and heavy knitted coat for my mature blonde travel-mate on her suggestion. That was a good thing, as it hid the big we...
Chapter 11: Magic Car-Pit Ride The summers heat finally caught up with me, smothered me, as if I needed more misery. I was squeezed into a very small space and looked up at my Mistress from between her legs. She held her head in the open window, allowing the wind to blow through her hair as we raced to where ever it was we were going. I'd never been to my M...
"Oh no no. It's fine. We just got here." Lydia's voice was barely audible through the smothering nuzzle of her inner thighs against his ears. The sound of his lovely lady was also obfuscated by the huge amount of foot traffic around them. As if that wasn't already enough, his eager slurping and sucking at her sex added yet another barrier to eavesdrop on he...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are age 19+. ***** My girlfriend Christina has been staying with me for the past sev...
Chapter 5: The Shame Game I don't like the idea of being seen naked by a stranger, not one bit, and yet I do, and that's what it's all about, isn't it? It's that part of me projected into my Mistress as a crude plea to be humiliated. Tis one of those rich cravings originating in a dimly lit fold of my cranium, a fissure of gray matter most perverted, a long...
Chapter 6: Thoughts I Hate To Love Did I mention my Mistress took digital photos and movies continually? I have no idea how many photos and movies she's already taken, but I'm to be the darling of her future web-site. She already considers herself a professional destined to catch all my shame for her, and posterity. "Heel!" I couldn't believe I'd been see...
SMACK! Looking down at my 22 year old fuck-buddy, I could see his eyes water as a blush rose on his cheek. He was collared, on his knees and begging for my cock, which hung half hard in front of his face. We played infrequently, but when we did, he knew the role of submissive he was to play. Tonight, as part of my deviousness - I had upped the ante. I woul...
I've heard that women don't desire sex as much as men. I think I'm different in that regard. I've been a highly sexual woman since I was a young age. I grew up a Christian though, so that was always stifled by the sexual ethics being taught to me. When I was young I learned how to get around my parent's internet blocker and soon began to indulge in unwholeso...