"It's definitely been too long lully," I said, breathlessly, my breath taken away from the flurry of passionate kisses. I looked into the eyes of the girl before me. I had my back against the wall of the hotel corridor, with the girl pressed against me; I looked down into her gorgeous green eyes, hidden behind a pair of glasses. A smile spread across her pre...
It's funny really. I never thought I could enjoy something like that. So strange. So freaky. But it certainly is a mountain of pleasure: I could die here and there, and be a happy man. You never know if you like something until you've tried it, some wise guy said. Word. At this point, I'm not even feeling her teeth on my cock, the pain that they induc...
The slight twitching of eight inches of flesh against my belly woke me from my reverie. Trying to hide a smirk, I closed my eyes shut and snuggled deeper into the space between his underarm. I couldn't keep the show running though; I had to take a deep breath in, smell my man. I loved his sweaty smell in the morning. And he knew it. "You poser... Come here"....
As a fifty year old career dominatrix, with nearly twenty five years in the business, I am often asked for my opinion on the topic of bondage discipline for wayward wives, or less commonly wayward husbands. Since spousal training is a lucrative and specialized endeavor, I have a vested interest in promoting it. However few prospective clients can afford my...
The sun rose over the horizon, and I closed my eyes. Normally, this would mean it's time to sleep. However, with ash clouds blotting out much of the sun, a perpetual gloom hangs over Boston's battered skyline today. This means I can still go hunting. Last night I fed, draining a young White Muslim female spy of her blood. It's morning and I'm still hungry. A...
It was dark, and late at night, so there were no security guards, but there were a few people still at the beach, and several lamp posts so he could see her glistening ripe young cunt. There were others on the beach, men, that had stopped to watch, smoking something, not daring to come nearer - and he didn't care, and hoped she wouldn't either. Her back was...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my erotic magic/fantasy story "She Tastes Like Springwater" but can be read by itself. ****** The citadel of Endymion held many wonders, as befitting the keep of a famous magician, enough to excite for several lifetimes. The old sage explored the stacks of his own personal library, and absently reached out to trace his fi...
He was thankful for the hot water, but she had raised his body temperature so high, he could have jumped into a tub of ice and it would have turned to steam instantly. The steam billowed behind him as he exited the bathroom. He imagined himself as Darth Vader entering through blasted doors with the smoke rolling behind him. "I wonder if my Queen Amidala is...
History books and classes are such faint memories that they feel like something I came up with in a dream. The world changed so suddenly that we seemed to collectively forget about all the little things we did everyday. All of our routines, our celebrations, our passions were swallowed up in an effort to resist fate. But fate has a habit of getting what it w...
My wife, Susan, and I got married pretty young, almost out of high school. As soon as I met her, I knew I had found the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. As perfectly matched as we were, she had never been sexually motivated, I could see glimpses of the sexual animal I wanted to bring out in here from time to time. But, for the most part, it wa...