This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. ****** In a candle lit bedroom set, Friday Night SmackDown's stunningly beautiful French-Canadian hostess Maryse is laying on the large bed sliding a hand through her hair as she sips champagne from a glass before she looks into the camera that is filming her. The stunning bl...
Those who are familiar with blogs will understand what a comment cherry is. For those who aren't, it is simply the first comment that someone has made about a blog... Enjoy. ----------------------------- "Did you really think you could just pop my comment cherry and walk away?" The sleeping man's eyes flew open. The room was pitch black. Had he really hea...
"Touch me softly," her words echoed in the quiet room. The light of ten flickering candles cast a lattice of shapes across the ceiling, walls, and ultimately her skins. She was exquisite; a flawless naked form. Her face was hidden by dense tendrils of highlighted-brown hair. On her side, she threw her top leg behind the bottom as she looked back over her sho...
Through the gloom of the bedroom I could make out her form. She was curled on the bed, a single sheet draped carelessly over her still naked body. Her Halloween costume -- a witch's outfit, lay discarded on the floor. The room smelled of alcohol and the sweet scent of incense sticks. I looked around, my eyes growing accustomed to the darkness. The digital cl...
Ayesha was not to be denied; slave was rampant after witnessing the erotic antics of the maids, and was anxious to please Ayesha quickly, so that he may watch over Pepper; she was so soft and vulnerable. Slave's cock rose quickly as he sniffed at the gloriously rich scent of the dusky beauty's thong. She smiled with a sense of admiration as he licked and lap...
Sometimes I get down and out. Sometimes this funk settles into me and I feel listless and detached. I think we probably all have those days, but I'm an emotional person and my funks can be particularly intense. I don't know what I would do without my beautiful Sarah Ann; she heals all of my wounds and nurtures all of my pain. She is my angel; I am forever in...
There are places in nature that just suddenly catch your eye as being perfect. Waling through the woods yesterday, I saw just such a place. Secluded, yet not far from the road, a small clearing ringed with huge old pine trees. Dogwoods mingle with the pines, the blooms lending a certain scent to the smell of the pine. The ground is covered with pine needles,...
Quiet as a mouse, I let myself in, gently shutting the door behind me. Being careful in the pitch black darkness, I let out a loud GASP when the room was highlighted from lighting, and I saw you sprawled out in you comfort chair. Thinking you to be asleep, I jump when a spark from a match was lit, and you leaned over to light the candles on both end tables n...
She lay in his arms, cuffs around her wrists and a collar around her neck. They matched in colour, and purpose. She wasn't new to the world, but he was. She had been a slave, a pet, before. But he had yet to become a Master. She loved him as a boy before she loved him as her Master. Things were set to be different from the beginning. She slowly sat up and l...
Less than an hour after the homing beacon signal was first detected by moon base Gamma-Four, the news media began proclaiming, "Mystery Solved - Emergency Log Capsule Received from Deep Interstellar Probe One." The mystery began a year and a half ago when a superburst transmission was received from Interstellar One. Because superburst transmissions use ext...