Jackie took a deep breath and adjusted the pith helmet he wore and shook his head. "I do not know how I keep finding myself in these situations. Are you certain there is no other way we can come to an agreement?" He asked looking back over his shoulder. The blonde man in the green business suit shook his head. "This is the only way you will ever see your ob...
Mary was a very famous and world renowned sculptor, specifically of the male nude which was her particular specialty and for who she had no peer. Her one of a kind commissions earned tens of thousands of dollars each and she was the absolute darling of the art scene, a modern day female Michelangelo. Beautiful and wildly successful, as time went on her works...
Chapter 2 How a Couple found their Inner Selves Chapter Two. A rhythm develops, Franny explores a fantasy. Taylor does his part too, but the experience is focused on his wife not him. ******************* After our second adventure with our favorite statue, we settled into a pattern of how we used it. It was fun to change ourselves every day, but with...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden. She was the most beautiful girl in all the land. Her hair was spun gold, her eyes were like happy dancing violets, her rosy lips were plump and her body was that of a siren. She was happy and graceful and kind. She lived in a land ruled by an evil queen. Her dark magic was like an iron thumb keeping control of...
Chapter - Midnight Shower Jennifer woke just after dawn, lying naked on the dirt cellar floor, her body covered in the sticky demon cum. She crawled out from under the stairs and up to her bathroom where she soaked the dirt and cum from her body in the bath tub and then she fell into bed exhausted. It was early afternoon when she woke ravenous swith hunger...
My ancient lover turned around and looked at me with surprise. "It is you? Isn't it?" I said stepping towards her. She stepped away as though afraid of me, her face didn't tell me anything other than that she was surprised. I could feel tears begin streaking down my face as I approached her. Did she not know me? Was she afraid of me? "Erena!" I shouted her...
Willard's Quarry St. George, Maine 1927 Abigail Kinealy rose from her slumberous state, and stretched her frame across the darkened parlor. For the third straight night she had fallen asleep upon the sofa listening to the entertaining stories of the radio crackle across the great expanse of space and time. Now only the sound of the pendulum swaying in the m...
Memphis, Egypt - 3127 B.C.E. A hot dry wind blew in from the west, making an already scorching day all the more unbearable. Sand from the Sahara desert normally scoured everything in Memphis, but today it seemed almost malevolent. Nerata'ari had to shield her eyes with her gold colored shawl as she lowered a decrepit, but watertight, bucket into the Nile ri...
Author's note: Though this story is part of a series devoted to my wife, **This is a stand-alone story** and is the first half of an epic tale. My wife wrote the portion about the Statue Room, which was very eye-opening for me and added a whole new paradigm to our sex life IRL. She also described each of the participants in Room VI per her real-life fantasi...
Why does she have to do this so often? I might be a statue but I still have a life. Well all right its not much of a life, but its all I have and this woman impaling herself on me every day is distracting. Last night was a standard example. I was deep in thought, considering my chosen matter of the day, the weight of the world, and she broke into the museum...