(Sorry, there's no sex in this story, so you best look elsewhere this time. Just a different take on things.) Stop Santa before it's too late. Maybe it is already too late. After all it's been going on for several centuries now. It's a proven fact that all the labor at the North Pole is done by elves. He, and everyone else, freely admits it. They are trul...
I was excited to go to work even on a Monday. This wasn't because I loved my job. It was my co- worker Wilson. I first met him at my interview. He knocked over a chair and struggled to put it back. I had no idea at that moment that I had met the man who would be the best fuck of my life. First it started with short conversations with him standing in my offic...
JaLin shook her head back and forth and groaned as her hair cascaded about her shoulders. He was so big! Bigger than any man who had ever had her and yet she'd come to crave his thickness and depth into her innermost being. He was different than the others. Oh, so very different! He didn't use her. He made love to her and he cared about her pleasure more t...
Disclaimer: This is part of a larger adventure story. If you reached this page as part of a reader's choice from a previous page, continue below. If not, CLICK HERE to start at the beginning of the SexVenture. = = = = = Page 23 = = = = = She looks at you lying next to her on the bed. "Are you ready for the next round?" "What are you thinking?" you ask....
Strawberry blonde curls bounced as Donna Sloan jogged in spot, she woke up half an hour late and now she was stuck in line waiting for cheap, bitter coffee. Reflecting, the young woman laughed sarcastically, leaving high school she had dreams of being a bestselling author and now here she was, 29, one book finished and running late for the first meeting with...
As I ran my hand through her hair, I noticed she was falling asleep, quite content and at peace with the world around. I never realized I would've had such a profound effect on her. For, a couple of days ago, I probably did not even expect to be in this state of being. I am an educated, well-spoken person who enjoys work and enjoys having long winding discu...
With a last longing look in the ladies' room mirror she shook her hair, trailed an elegant finger over her beautiful cleavage and reapplied her blood-red lipstick. Her pupils were vast and black, still dilated in luscious memory of the brutal fucking that had just been delivered by the maître d'. But that was merely the appetiser. This night was far from ov...
3 - Dirty Pictures: "What the fuck!" VJ spat. "Paper jam? PAPER JAM! What's it mean paper jam? There's no paper jam because there's no sodding paper in sodding machine! I mean, that's what I was trying to do, load the bloody paper." "You all right?" I ambled over to him. "I swear, one of these days I'm gonna smash this load of shite to pieces!" He snarle...
Chapter 02 - Reflections I stood there in the hallway holding her scantily clad body, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin under my fingers. I couldn't believe how fucking sexy she was, and I still couldn't believe that she was mine. Finally I remembered that I had prepared a surprise for her when she got home from her trip. Stepping back I released her fro...
Being sexually attracted to hairy women ineluctably has homoerotic overtones. In the unconscious, internalized iconography of our culture, body hair is a masculine trait, not a feminine one. A hirsute woman is, in effect, a masculinized woman. One of the most intriguing and original psychoanalytic treatises to appear in the past 20 years is Female Perversi...