Un hombre joven se encuentra acostado en el suelo de una cueva en los horizontes del monte, su piel es blanca y perfecta, su pelo es negro azabache y sus parpados ocultan ojos color fuego. Este hombre eres tu. Cuando abres los ojos lo único que logras distinguir es el frió del viento sobre tu piel desnuda, después de un segundo de tranquilidad tu mente se ve...
El día para Naruto Uzumako había comenzado perfectamente normal hasta que trajo una piedra rosa brillante de una pequeña tienda que atendía a los turistas. Al menos, eso era lo que había pensado en ese momento. Lo había encontrado en su camino de regreso al hotel después de un pequeño viaje a la tienda de comestibles del pequeño pueblo. Sakura había estado d...
Saludos, seguidores: Estaba sentado en la cafetería, meditando sobre mi futuro. Era medianoche y no había más clientes aparte de mí en el local. Si exceptuamos a la camarera, una mujer de mediana edad que me miraba con curiosidad. Me habían vuelto a rechazar en un casting para una película, y ni siguiera era para un papel principal, o secundario. No era más...
Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 2: Carmen Over the next two weeks, Vesna made nocturnal visits to my room every other night. We were discrete about it and if anyone knew (except Kiraz, of course) nothing was said about it, at least not in my presence. Kiraz, for her part, continued...
Valentine's Day was always a bore. Wanda had reached the seemingly mature of age twenty three and had yet to find anything special about February the Fourteenth. Each year she waited for that life shattering event that all her friends seemed to be constantly gushing about and sure enough the day passed like any other in humdrum familiarity. Not that Wanda ha...
Inspired by the song, "My Father" by Judy Collins. Thanks again to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her encouragement, advice, and of course, her editing. ***** My father always promised us that we would live in France. Oh, my sisters and I knew that it was a pipe dream. He was a coal miner in Ohio, and the closest we ever got to Europe was an ann...
Story and Music © PostScriptor 2019 * * * * * Elegie, Jules Massenet Performed and recorded by PostScript (c) 2019 Yamaha Keyboard, Yamaha Synthesizer (flute) Best if you have good speakers or a headset on your computer. Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (1.5 min/mp3) * * * * * ~~* IX. Present Day, Nashville, TN *~~ The following day the...
This is a story that occurred to me when on holiday in the DR earlier this year. It was a fantasy I played with my partner, but we stopped short of actually propositioning the girl in question. If anyone wants to correct my Spanish, please feel free, but just remember that this is Dominican, not Castillian. As usual, all feedback gratefully received. Ther...
It took me a couple of hours to get over the shock. I don't think Johanna is still over it and it's been a little more than three years since we found out that we have been banished to Corporeal. She's not the same person she was when we were living in Tri-ethereal. Gone is the lively, free spirited, young female Trimorph I used to enjoy bantering with, fro...
Bonjour je m'appelle Antoine j'ai 20 ans je fait 1 metre et 80 je vais vous raconter comment j'ai réussi l'un de mes phantasmes qui était de réussir a au moins toucher et peut être réussir a baiser ma kiné que je vois souvent et pou laquelle je ressent beaucoup de pulsions cela m'arrive souvent de me branler sur son corps et qui me provoque de grosse errecti...