What I will love to do to you my submissive pet. I love being able to focus on your pleasure, to listen to your moans as I devour you, to feel your wetness as I pull your pussy open and shove my tongue inside you. I love being able to lick up your juice as my fingers massage your clit and can enjoy how sweet you taste. I love putting pressure on your clit...
Separated by some 3,000 miles, I wrote several stories for my girlfriend, hoping to keep us in touch and sexually connected. This and other stories are fiction based on her fantasies and written with her as the first person. I tried using details to evoke visions of what the characters would see, hear, feel, smell and taste—something I believe is missing fro...
New jeep. Nice. I left the fence with him today at lunch with the pretext of checking it out. And I did, really. It was a very nice jeep. Brand new. It had all the bells and whistles of a new vehicle. It also had some very minor hail damage, so he got it for a steal. "Get in," he said. So we sat there and he showed off some of its features. We listened to th...
She was standing at the kitchen counter washing dishes with a green sponge. He was reading the newspaper, watching her. It was quiet and cozy and evening was beginning to fall. Dinner had been simple but nutritious. Somewhere, a window was open. He finished his cooling coffee, set down his cup and folded his newspaper. She felt him behind her and put down...
They walked along the beach hand in hand, silently overtaken by the sounds of the wind and the waves crashing against the shore. He stops and turns her to the water and whispers in her ear to join him in sharing the beauty that lies before them. He wrapped his arms around her leaning into her neck, breathing gently warming her skin. They watched as the moon...
(Author's note: This story is dedicated to singer/songwriter Dan Fogelberg, who passed away on December 16th, 2007, due to prostate cancer. He was 56. The song "Same Old Lang Syne" has always been a favorite of mine, and it is upon this song that the following story is based. I hope you enjoy.) *** For the first time in my life, I was not looking forward...
"You made it." "I promised you didn't I?" Monica Gift met her friend Thea King at the door of her Father's Church. Thea was wearing a long chorus gown and nearly tripped over its hem as she hopped in glee clapping. Monica calmed her with a hug so tight they both nearly toppled to their side. Eyes all around her made Monica sweat. Ninety five percent of the...
The use of the word Tranny is not meant to be disrespectful; it is used as it was in the past although not politically correct at this time. ***** There is a rare moment during an eclipse when the sky turns dark red and winds seemingly gather together from nowhere, as if to celebrate the celestial event. I had come from a business meeting that ran late tha...
Jessie McCallister looked around the loud, smoke-filled room and sighed. It was only 7:00 on Saturday evening and the saloon was already packed with cowboys fresh off the trail and looking for a drink, a card game and the relaxation that the rooms upstairs offered. The Gray Dove was known for the quality of its girls, both their beauty and their skills at pl...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Written...