I know when he is near me. I can sense him approaching from the farthest distance, feel his breath on my skin, warm and labored as it always is. In my mind now he is even there after so long, standing behind me, his husky form pressed to my back and ass as his cock is hard against me. All the visions of our erotic entanglements come back to haunt me now, lik...
She was dancing like a dream, pouring out ectoplasm of ecstasy sweat, saliva and orgasmic squeals between her gaping breaths. Simon was in some even darker backroom, negotiating the price of a gram of smack. The lights of the main room were scattered across the ceiling, hobbling around like prejudiced junkies, a searchlight for something that wasn't there wh...
I remove the unpeeled peach from between sub s.'s clenched teeth, and fully delight in his revulsion. The extraction has released a sweet torrent of mingled juice and saliva down his winter-pale chin and neck, and he is clearly straining against the impulse to whimper and squirm and propel himself toward the pristine towel I have left folded on the paddling...
******************************** Proofed and edited by Brootforce ******************************** It was that time of year again; time to get the suit out of mothballs and dry cleaned, Nick thought to his self. He headed up the rickety stairs toward the attic, pushing the cobwebs out of his way. He reached the door and rattled the doorknob, causing the d...
"Heathyr." The haunting, melodic tones of the Countess' voice rang out through the cold, silent house. Even after months in her service, I still couldn't get over the way the exquisite marble floors and twelve-foot arched ceilings managed to create seemingly impossible acoustics. It was as if the entire house was built to obey her beck and call -- which prob...
So what about Tony and Joan? Well, Trish, seeking advise, regarding her first elated and now current downtrodden feelings, called the only female she could confide in - Joan. Joan too reported similar frisky behavior about Tony, brothers, acting the same way. No big deal. What surprised Trish though was how well Joan was handling the situation, how casual sh...
Note- This fictional story is only based on actual persons and events related here never took place. I have never been to the club myself, so some details may be different to the real thing. ***** Kaley Cuoco had gushed for over a week about Club Joi on East Jefferson in Los Angeles and had eagerly filled out the simple membership online and had gotten a w...
Her flesh was so white that it seemed like a freshly fallen snow. Dipping over hills and valleys and splotched with the merest swirl of red where Alexei had thrown a velvet drape over her hips. She reclined on her side, with her hand beneath her head, propped up on an elbow. Her breasts were large, but not overly so. She was not buxom, not like the maids at...
Standing on the step stool, she adjusted the camera again. She had to get the perfect angle. Spying through the eyepiece, the large bed came into focus. She could see herself in the mirrors on the octagon headboard. The mint green of the walls cast a soft hue to the white lace curtains visible beside the bed. The summer breeze wafted softly through the room....
Branwen slept deeply, nestled into the thick blankets and Adrian’s arms, and only roused briefly when he slipped out of the warm bed to attend to business elsewhere, leaving her with a lingering stroke to her tousled hair and a cool kiss to her cheek. As she slipped again into her restful sleep a thought occurred to her; have I seen my last sunrise? What a s...