Note: In the world in my head gods do not have DNA, and Desiree's sister is not related on the human side. On the god side is essence and power only. I liken it in the story to adopted siblings, who have never met before and are both above the age of consent. I will tell you if I posted this in Incest the people into that would laugh, flame and yell at me....
I arrived at Sara's apartment about 8:00PM. I brought over some fine Italian food from one of our favorite restaurants and a couple of movies. It was just too cold and generally nasty outside to make it a night out, so we decided to stay in that night. It was easier and safer than dealing with bad driving and parking conditions. She thought it would be nice...
Peering through the blinds, He half-smiled at the falling sun. “Soon, ” he thought, “any minute now.” He pulled the blinds closed again and continued to pace the kitchen floor. The heavy clomp, clomp of His boots falling into a hypnotic rhythm as He walked, He catalogued His preparations yet again. Covered head to toe in black leather, He would appear to mos...
Stiletto heels crack onto a white tiled floor, as a hand reaches down sliding slowly up the soft fabric of skin coloured stockings. The hand lingers over the stocking's buckle, the diamonds catching the dim smokey light of the room. The woman sighs, her blue eyes stare at the door impatiently. The room is so still, her heavy breath the only sound as her ears...
I've often heard the expression, referencing a woman, that "all the guys like her". Normally this was made in the context of a fun woman who liked to talk sports, drink beer, and tell bawdy jokes. It took on new meaning for me last year. I'm Scott. I got a job in Philly right out of college, when I was 22, in a male dominated profession, with almost no wome...
She came over wearing these form-fitting, tight "Fuck Me" jeans and a midriff V-neck shirt showing off her cleavage and tummy, her glasses and a ponytail. We had a couple drinks and made some small talk in the living room and finally I asked, "So... What'd you come over for again?" She gave me a shy smile and said, "I just wanted to see you," with a twin...
Worst. Hookup. Ever. Disclaimer: 1. This story is completely true. Nothing about this story is fiction in any way, shape or form. 2. I hate chocolate. Trust me, this is pertinent for this story. 3. This is my first story on here, so constructive feedback is always welcomed. Just recently I met up with a friend of mine, "Coco" for lack of a better nicknam...
My real world name is John and we will leave it at that. Online, I go by George. That is also my virtual reality name as well. For those who don't know, there are virtual reality websites where people can reinvent themselves. You don't have to be fat, ugly, or undesirable. You can make yourself look like Brad Pitt if you are a guy or Elizabeth Hurley if you...
I often wish that the woman inside my head who wants commitment and love and cuddling and "something deeper" could be shut up completely or killed or something, to make room for the woman in my head who is absolutely dying to get off right now right here, by anyone available. SO, this is a story of how the night would go for me if I were a bit more emotiona...
The Second of the Three Spirits I groaned and stretched. My head felt like a pumpkin, someone had emptied a bird cage in my mouth, and my eyes felt like they'd been lovingly sandpapered. Note to self: sex with ghosts has a definite downside. I padded to the bathroom to - well, hell, we all know why. Having done so, I turned to the mirror, wondering if I l...