[Author's note: I am the creator and own the copyright to all images. PLEASE ALSO NOTE: I do have the need forboldsor italicsin certain parts. Thank you!] The Eccentric Hero and the Dancing Girl: (1-3), by Yoru Lamourfou (1. Until I beg you thrice to fuck me) (2. Helpless cunnilingus) (3. The Sea of Perpetual Surf) (Yoru lounging with Lorenzo in an u...
My picture window faces the vacant house in the otherwise wooded lot across the street. My computer backs up to the window joined by an overstuffed chair shaped perfectly for lounging. I notice the vibrant colors as the leaves change. I utilize no curtains. In my desk I keep several different shaped dildos in the place of pencils and staplers. In my thirties...
Dear Diary, Much has occurred since the last time I wrote. For a while I believed that I may never be able to write again, so distressed was I by the events about which I will shortly tell you. You know already that I have been betrothed to marry Josiah, and that our wedding was to be today. But, dearest diary, woe is me! Let me take you to the moment, the...
She, Katrina, had left the interracial club alone, trying to be a good girl. Her Caucasian husband was at home asleep, not interested in going out. Katrina was an older woman of 40, though was on fire and very alive sexually, unlike her older husband. She typically went out on Saturday nights to dance and flirt with men of color, she was a white seductress....
I love putting my hands on her. All over her. For me it's a cross between the sensuous touching, feeling her body respond - and objectifying her. At some point she almost stops being a person I know and becomes this abstract goddess. An object of lust yes, but beauty too. Something that my eyes marvel at and my mouth wants to kiss and praise. Just the act...
Continued... Parking in her own garage, she walked through the gate in the shared fencing, and into the side door of Harry and Vicki's garage. This was the door she always used when she was going over to their place for a little 'playtime'. Locking it behind her, she entered from the garage, which leads into a 'mud room', and then, into the kitchen. On the...
She was a quiet housewife, a simple woman who didn't need much to keep her content with the world. She had her share of gripes about the daily grind of life, but generally was happy to fulfill her duties to home and husband. She was by all appearances the All-American wife. Married to a man who adored her, working on household projects and crafts for friends...
The Legend goes that Julie was a Saxon princess at the time of the Viking invasion. She and the rest of the Royal Family watched the longboats row up the estuary and the hordes of warriors run up the beach where they were met by the valiant defenders who were all savagely and swiftly slaughtered. The Vikings captured Princess Julie and her parents and young...
After I met Sharmell Brown, I figured there had to be more to her than that. So, I asked her... "Was the T.A. one of your firsts? I'm sorry, I'm getting really curious here," I said to her. "Oh, God, no." I looked at her in mild amusement in her response. After all, she did seduce him. "He was a sweet talker, cute as hell, but his dick game though... his...
Clutching tightly to the note she had found in her locker Haley continued looking for Brooke. It was lunchtime and she was very hungry, but she was also pissed and wanted to face her tormentor far more than she wanted to eat. Finally spotting the girl she was looking for walking into the girls bathroom Haley followed her inside. As Brooke used the facilitie...