Do you think that the real Shakira does Anal? I mean, just look at the way she shakes her hips! I'd bet she does and probably does it often! Which is why I would really like to be her next Lover--I really wanna be the next guy she lets into her confidence, lets into her heart. OK, I'll put it another way: I wanna be the next guy she fucks! The next guy s...
Congratulations, mankind. We fucked up big time. There are rumors that the whole thing started as a biological experiment deep in a South American lab, somewhere. Others called it a military weapon designed underneath the streets of New York City. God bless the USA. Hell, I've even heard one person postulate that some geek in a Harvard lab accidentally disc...
Top of the morning to you, my devoted, at times surly and always fun readership. The name is Natalie Xiaowei, and I'm something akin to a unicorn. An Asian female living in Canada who doesn't worship White guys or prop up White Supremacy, quite unlike the majority of my people. Why am I so different from the others? I love chocolate and I cannot lie. Anyhow,...
Stacy idly thumbed through the comic book, sorry *graphic-novel*, trying to find where she had left off. When had she become such a nerd?! Bowing to Peter’s complaints on defining one picture book from another even inside her own head! Still, she had to admit, the storyline was pretty good. It explored a lot more interesting and explicit ideas than the sort...
She Belongs to Me "Honey, I home." My heart stopped and a lump gagged my throat. Routine autonomic functions ceased, while my mind jolted to sharp attention from the numbing slog of household chores. "She's here. Home, yes home, my love is home with me." With the patience of a flower opening to the morning sun, my heart began to beat again and the warmth of...
This one's for you, Cindy. Thanks for helping me see things in a whole new way. You're an incredible lady! -------------------- I knocked on the front door of the house, a little excited, a little nervous. I had certainly never had an assignment anything like this one before. The magazine I work for sent me to this house because it was rumored to contain...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
This semi-autobiographical short is dedicated to my Master, best friend, lover and partner in honour of one of our special songs. While not exactly accurate, it parallels a real-life Sunday morning spent in His arms, except my humble words never do those moments with Him justice. *** Frejya watched the gentle rise and fall of His chest. The sound of His s...
Dark, warm, sleepy... Knocking at the door. Must get up, must see who's there. Warm bed, soft sheets. Sit up. Put on robe. More knocking. Put on slippers and shuffle down the stairs. Peek through the side window. It's him. Unlock and open the door. He walks in. He sees you sleepy, standing there. He closes the door and pulls you into his arms. Warm...
It was impossible to tell when their first kiss ended and the next one began. But their tongues rolled and unrolled into each others mouths in a playful duel for supremacy. He gave her a thrust and she gave him a thrust. This was a war with no losers. When they mutually broke for air, they opened their eyes and smiled. Whatever tension or nervousness had ex...