Kyra groaned softly, rubbing her sore neck and trying to focus on the papers that Mr. Bischoff wanted her to finish drawing up. At the thought of him she made a face. Not that she really minded doing this stuff, it was all a part of her job as his [somewhat invisible, at least camera-wise] assistant after all. But she'd already put in a long, action-packed d...
This is a tale of exhibitionism, though sex would have been great, it was not on the menu. For those who share my appreciation for this, you will know what I mean. * I have always enjoyed the freedom of being naked. It's a simple thrill that we can all enjoy, but even better when there is a valid reason for being undressed in the presence of the opposite s...
Sorry this took so long got caught up in some things. Hope you enjoy this everyone. * Alice awoke the next morning to sunlight spilling into the room. It hit her eyes just well enough to make her turn from it shuddering from the dizziness. The room turned dark from the exposure, her head hitting with pain for a few seconds. The darkness turning to a dark...
Jonathan got up and pulled Charisse up with him leading her to the bed where they laid down and just held each other cuddling and talking. As the night wore on, Charisse drifted off to sleep in Jonathan's arms and Jonathan gave her a light kiss on her forehead. Jonathan laid his head back on the pillow and listened to the light sounds of Charisse's even brea...
Myrna likes to bang dead guys. I'd learned to live with that. So, my now ex-girlfriend who lives over a funeral home prefers the rigid dicks of guys who benefit from rigor mortis. I once was man enough to admit when I was beat. I mean, how could any living, breathing guy possibly compete with a fellow with an eternal hard-on? Hell, I used to get flaccid just...
My name is Hark Pantheon, I’m nineteen, average height, dark hair, dreamy eyes- or so I’m told, I’m also a demigod. This is much to my own surprise, I had gone most of my life unaware of the fact of my godly lineage. The day I learned of my father, the sky was a stormy dark blue, the clouds roiling with a deep intensity, the near indigo shade of sky blotted...
There are so many things wrong with the world today. Yet it's with great regret that I must retire from The Game. Samuel Xavier is my name. I'm many things. A writer, an adventurer, an activist and a college student. The truth is that I'm more than all of the above. A big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in Brockton, Massachusetts. Troublem...
You chewed your lower lip as you paged through the short story I'd set before you, looking for the comments I usually wrote in the margins. As a teacher facilitating multiple creative writing workshops each semester, I would never openly admit to having "favorite" students; privately, however, I had to acknowledge that the combination of your work and your...
"So... uh. What did you do to Saymar?" I asked. We were walking back through the palace, and the Master of the Realm was holding my hand, firmly. I was trying to ignore that. –That and the nearly overwhelming urge to plaster myself to his body like some kind of parasitic octopus. He shrugged. "Sent him back to where he belongs." "Like, hell? Or?" "That's...
Chapter 4: Turnabout Him: I saw her come in, and she'd followed my directions. She was dressed in her normal school outfit: jeans, a tank top and a hooded sweatshirt tied around her waist. Her hair was up in a bun, which would be easy enough to take down and tangle my hands in to guide her mouth... I lost my train of thought as she bounced up the stairs,...