You and I deep in love, we sit entwined, silently, floating upon perpetual synergy, with nothing around us but walls, silence and motions so wet and filled with curiosity. Kissing slowly and deeply, with no end in sight, very sensuously and exploratively. You were on my lap with your legs going off to one side together. We are both naked and enjoying each ot...
The battle field One side stood an army of darkness. It was a collection of outcast, orcs, criminals, goblins and off the light. Some of them were just humans that were outcast. Some of them were sword for hires. Others were beast taking from hell itself with bones of the enemy as necklaces. They had mages in the back row to do long distance attacks and hea...
Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * On the last day of fall, Lei still lived in the spider's tree and had reason to believe that, since the lizard, he had saved her from a couple more daytime predators. Her swiftly accumulated fa...
"I rather enjoyed that," Silk murmured, still crouched on the floor as he slowly withdrew from her pussy; "but I'm still aching for your cock." "I may let you come properly later, pet." "That would make me very glad." "Was it mean of me to slap your hip just when you were about to come?" "I should have asked permission, sir." "So you should; so you shou...
A sharp slap on Silk's rear brought her swiftly back to reality. She opened her eyes, rolled onto her side and saw him standing next to her bed, looking out the open window. "I wonder what have you been dreaming about, girl?" "Your cock, of course, sir," Silk blushed, half- keen to conceal her reveries and half-eager to share them in the most graphic det...
This is a fictional story, no one specific model I know is the basis for it, more like a mix of various ladies' appearance, personalities and a healthy dose of my fantasy. Being a photographer working with some incredible ladies, I've been able to capture several fantasies on film. Of course, the fantasy always eludes to it being more, the camera capturing l...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a story in German 'Tuchladen' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; t...
Truth was floating. Or at least, that was how it seemed. Verité hung suspended in the air, the silk wrapped sensuously about the cradle of her thighs, tugging upwards with the familiar strain against her armpits. She shifted suddenly, for one perilous moment hovering only by the strong grip of her thighs, trusting to the tenacity of the cloth, until she h...
"Describe what happened, when you got home, Silk." "Well, I was lying on my bed trying to get my thoughts together, when he slid into my room quietly and took me by surprise...," she began softly, looking up at him with her pale blue eyes open wide. Her face was pale and the expression was serious as she looked back over her shoulder at him shyly. "Yes, go...
(This is a two part story. After you read this, please read Slave Silk’s Diary, Ch 2 by SilksHeart.) * * * * * I awoke from my dream with a scream on my lips. My scream not only woke me, but woke silk as well. Her eyes were big and frightened. "Mistress what's wrong? Are you alright?" Silk's voice was full of concern. "I am fine baby," I replied. "I'm s...