Please note that this is very short, and more psychological than sexual. *** All that summer the lord would spend more and more of each day just watching the wild girl. He'd sit and gaze at her sweeping the bare earth of her home in swift strokes with bundled twigs, or gathering sticks from his woodland for a fire. He'd watch as she squatted to prepare it...
Clementine was in the kitchen of 'M's house preparing some afternoon coffee. She was dressed in early 1950's style with a patterned circle skirt and sheer blouse over a slip, bra, garter belt and vintage stockings with nice shiny black leather open-toe pumps. She wore no makeup except for some lipstick and her jewelry was limited to some tasteful dangly earr...
Kimber looked into the mirror. Hair askew from another wonderful night of passion with Brent, she swept a stray blonde lock from her eyes. Her eyes. Oops, she was being careless again. They were blue again. Brent preferred her eyes that beautiful shade of violet. She pushed her left thumbnail and her eye color shifted until they were the violet her man pref...
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Prologue Its hard to say what turned Lynnette Mayfield into the all consuming, domineering, super-bitch that she is today, but suffice to say that her first word was "Mine " and it is just as likely to be her last as well. From an early age, love for her didn't mean affection, or kindness, or gentility. It meant complete submission to her and her will, to...
I have to write about an experience I had on Saturday night. It came completely out of the blue. I was visiting my Dad for the weekend. I decided to go in to town to meet a friend. On my way in I passed a hen party (In the US I think they're called a batchelorrette party) from Donegal. They were singing on the streets. I smiled at them and walked on. I met s...
Chapter 4 Giselle floated down the oak stairs, her chin tilted up at an angle as she noted her father and uncle's careful regard of her appearance. She knew the ivory and gold gown was fashionable - in the wide skirts and indecent neckline - heaven forbid an inch of her ankle show but her breasts were almost laid out on a golden platter for any man to suckl...
Forty year old Daniel caught the eye of the nefarious Erika Reeves the minute he entered the Scottsdale Arizona saloon. Daniel who kept himself in shape with daily workouts on the health club treadmill was exactly what the younger Erica was prowling for. Erika divorced for two years had hit the alimony jackpot, which allowed the 33 year old redhead plenty o...
Reid and I had been seeing each other for many months. Our sex was awesome. I knew by his expressions, the feel of his reactions, I could read him implicitly and he me. Best of all, we trusted each other. He knew how deeply I loved having anal, and as his first experience that way, I was happy he enjoyed giving it as well. It wasn't that he was put off by...
We were at the truck stop. You were dressed in a mini skirt and a blouse. A very carefully made cleavage was shown. At 6'1" and in 5 inch stilettos you towered over everyone. It was obvious you are a man dressed as a woman. There were a few looks from people. One guy in particular kept staring. He licked his lips before standing up and approaching our table...