"Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, trying to animate lifeless clay?" -Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein" *** It started with the skin. Elsa would stay up all night looking at it. Sometimes she got so close that Elizabeth, sleeping next to her in bed, stirred, fitful and dreaming, and Elsa wo...
I don't remember becoming awake, only aware. The smooth glide of my skin under my hands, down my ribcage, across my hip. I am so fucking smooth and soft there in the indentation of my waist. The press of my hand feels the bump of my hip bone pressing firmly into that hollow just above the joint. The spot you would grab to hold me firmly in place while fuck...
Instrument selected: Skin Flute Instructor: Andi Anders Introduction Correct Playing Positions Being the adaptable instrument that it is famous for, the skin flute allows for a variety of playing positions. Though many variations have been tried over the centuries that the illustrious instrument has been in use, three positions are most common. For the b...
Lips touching, brushing, feather light kisses, barely there kisses, soft, soft, soft, mouths opening slowly feeling each others breaths flowing back and forth, tongues just barely touching, caressing, flirting with each other. Hands starting to roam softly, running free over clothes, wanting under, under clothes, wanting skin, bare hot open skin. Pulli...
You wake up as the summer sun's first warm rays come in through the open curtains and drift slowly across the wall. The room is filled with soft light and the particles of dust which float through the golden beam seem to sparkle like tiny stars flaring into existence then vanishing as the eddies in the air carry them, twisting and turning, so some unknown en...
My body responded the instant that the needle first made contact with my skin, the pain and pleasure intertwined. But I never expected the response to be so strong, so intense. Moments earlier I had felt so self-conscious and insecure. I stood naked in the cold, sterile room. I was alone except for a large black leather chair and next to it a steel rolling...
**~Ripley has nad no part in the creation of this story series. She does not, and will not participate in the types of activities described in this story** part one: i think it's time to break down these walls (i woke up at 5 am this morning, panting, sweating, but incredibly cold. Immediately i felt the other side of the bed, hoping She was there...but as...
Gaius Scaurus stepped out of the late afternoon sun into the entryway of the Capacian Baths. He adjusted the belt around his waist that held his thigh length tunic, the hems trimmed in the color of His faction, against Him. He was met by an attendant of the Baths. "Tal Gaius," The man said, looking at Gaius' new tunic. "I had heard you left the Silvers. I...
If you are reading this article, I will assume that you are a first-timer and have never taken scissors, a razor, an electric shaver or anything else to the fuzz growing between your legs. It may be in a state of complete chaos and you're wondering how things ever got so out of control...but the important thing is that you've taken that first step and decide...
Thank you for comments and input from my friends in the dive deep pool room. Fond gratitude to Leaves for careful editing. * Lying on my stomach, wearing only the silk dress, playfully wiggling my legs and feet. Lifting the braid at the back of my head, keeping the hair off my neck. Thinking of him imagining me, feeling the tingling. Lightly tracing the...