Psyche stared at the sex driven male Dalls that were butting heads over the females and felt her heart sink. How was she supposed to collect their wool without shooting? It wasn't in her nature to go hunting; she considered it to be a sport of mendacity where the hunter had definite advantage of the gun over the hapless prey. There was no real victory in tha...
You looked so unbelievably beautiful lying there. I sometimes think the female body was designed to be on it's back... And it's arms were meant to be handcuffed to opposite bedposts on a queen sized bed. And it's feet were meant to be tied with complex knots to the posts at the foot of the bed. I smiled. But how could I perform with you staring at me like t...
I sat quietly at a table playing with the gold band on my finger. I wasn't sure why I was going through with this but I was. Part of me was excited at the prospect of sleeping with someone new and part of me felt guilty for being here while my husband sat home with the kids. Even if nothing more came out of this I loved to dance and that is what I was going...
The story of my people is told often as a legend, a campfire story. A gypsy woman begged the Moon to send her a husband, one whose skin was tanned and taut over sinuous muscle. The Moon replied to her request, assuring her that she would find her perfect man. In return for this miracle she asked for another. She wanted only her firstborn of this perfect man....
A windy and sharply cold January night all alone, just me and a nearly empty glass of pinot noir – it seems that something is speaking to me. This longing that I've avoided dealing with ... this longing to be dominated. This feeing has been consuming me for months now. This need to be controlled, used, and made to be submissive is so overwhelming that I can...
Somewhere along the line, I made a discovery about being a female and being able to be stimulated to such a peak that I experienced ejaculation. I've been encouraged to share my learning experience on here. Who knows, maybe in sharing what I've learned about how my own body reacts, more woman will realize they have the potential and just need to learn what t...
I met Bobbie on a trip to Jamaica. She was sweet and compassionate, and friendly. Me, I'm 22 years old, was at a wedding, and saw her in the bar one night and chatted her up. Granted, there is the age difference -- Bobbie was 69 years old -- but something about her struck me. I'm drawn to older women; they're easy to bed and eager to please, no questions ask...
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...
Copyright Sethp 2010 all rights reserved! (Thanks to Busty Jessica again for inspiring this story and thanks to Pennlady for her expert editing) * Megan awoke as the morning sun shone brightly through the window, and could smell the scent of sex everywhere in the room. The sheets were cum-stained and rumpled and beer bottles littered the room. What a nigh...
CHAPTER TEN: Born Again Mrs Coombes stood outside the Victorian restaurant conversion and placed her glass down at the table . The heaters were on outside, but it was now dipping to zero again and her husband already was excited as even her breath looked like an exhale of smoke. They were alone outside, apart from a waiter clearing up glasses from the terra...