"Where one drop of blood drains a castle of life, so one kiss can bring it alive again." -Sleeping Beauty by The Brothers Grimm She approaches him softly. Kneeling beside the chair where the master sits, she whispers her quote to him, never daring to look directly into his eyes. There is too much power within him for that and what would she see, but her so...
Amy snapped her wrist in an upward motion then stepped back to admire her work. The annoying throb in her lower back subsided, and the confidence trickling through her lifted her spirits. It was exactly how she had pictured it. The colors bold, lines soft. Imagined images of presenting the piece for display in the art gallery downtown, flicked through her mi...
The evening and how it was spent was nothing short but an exclusive memory to touch upon your senses throughout the days and night.. A soft bathing effervescent of light falls onto the bare skin illustrating the round curves of your body, that is laced with a red velvet bra and an alluring cotton pair of panties. It carved out your physique beneath the light...
Soft sunlight streams across the bed, caressing the curves and hollows of my body as I lie curled, hair spilling across the pillows. A cotton sheet tangled around my lower limbs, testament to a restless night. Rolling onto my back, arms raised, hands grasping the iron bars of the bed. A soft sigh escapes from my lips, my breasts rising and falling on that...
The local weatherman had forecasted today to be the hottest day on record. Even though it was only 9am, Chris could feel the temperature rising as he drove to pick up Brandy and Laurie. They'd decided to spend this record breaking day basking in the sun beside the ocean. Chris had told the girls of a new spot he'd recently heard of, and they both readily agr...
The smell of jasmine and musk wafts through the air. My nostrils flair slightly as I breathe in the myriad of smells that surround me. I can smell the scent of fear, excitement and lust coming in waves from the crowd around me. Electric colors swirl in and out of my vision, as I slip from shadow to shadow. Neon pops on and off from the signs over the crowde...
An Open Letter Little One, I'm sure you've heard it all before, of how men would just love to thrust their cocks deep into your chasm, to look down and watch you take their raging huge cocks deep in your mouth, your pussy, up your arse. How it seems that this is their perception of sex and power and self-esteem. How their view of sex revolves around the pu...
He would come to her tonight. She knew it, could feel the anticipation as her mind filled with thoughts of him. She couldn't explain how she knew. It had been too long and her body was humming with the need for his touch. He always seemed to know, coming to her unannounced, confident of her welcome. Many times she wondered if he was even real. He played in a...
Hands moved over me. The touches are feather soft and sensual. Barely there, as they travel from my fingertips down my arms, spread over my shoulders then move down over my breasts. They stop and mould my breasts then squeeze and pinch my nipples before rolling them between rough fingers. My body trembles as I arch up, silently demanding more pressure and...
It was winter. It was wartime. It was snowing. A fresh layer of downy whiteness was beginning to cover the broken bodies in the clearing, the congealing blood that lay like pools of garnet across the ice. In the midst of that quieted carnage, a man and a girl were kneeling. The man was broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, dressed in the gray and crimson of Zanthar....