The following phone sex call transcript includes taboo topics, such as consensual violence, name-calling, racism, and watersports. The word "rape" is used, but not entirely accurately. Hi, this is Ashley. Hi. What's your name? Paul. Hi Paul, how are you? Very good. Do you have a credit card? Yes. <gives credit card details> <types> Okay,...
"I don't see what's so difficult about it," grumbled Niord of Noatun, "I am the king of the Swedes and also god of the Sea. A king is usually the god in charge of something or other -- fertility is a popular choice, as you might expect -- and most gods are king of somewhere or other. My father Ingvi was king of the Turks, for example, and my son Frey is king...
My name is Minerva Saint-Joseph. A five-foot-ten, pleasantly voluptuous, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, red-haired and green-eyed French Canadian woman living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Simply put, I am the Queen of Mean. Ask almost anyone in BDSM circles in the Province of Quebec and all across the Confederation of Canada. They've heard of...
The sound of the shower hummed in your ears and the water throbbed against your face, washing the soap from it. You used the pads of your fingertips to help the water rid your face of the soap, caressing your cheeks in circular motions, down the bridge of your nose, across your brow, from beneath your nose, and finally from your chin. While you were in the...
Interesting things started happening from the moment I left Zerzinski's house, to walk down the trail to my place. The first thing was only notable in retrospect. Another beautiful Japanese woman was walking toward Zerzinski's place as I was leaving, as usual. She appeared to be a member of the Choto Temple. At least, most of the women who were older tha...
Interracial relationships are still taboo in the Republic of South Africa, especially between White women and men of other colors but I honestly don't give a crap. I'm living my life and loving who I want, no matter whose pride it may hurt. My name is Lara Weidenreich and I'm a young woman living in the City of Johannesburg, in the Gauteng region of South Af...
Brent was sweating profusely as he dropped the final box down onto the tile floor of the apartment. "That's the last of it." He breathlessly spoke, wiping his brow with his forearm. "Good job babe", Amanda replied, un-boxing some of their clothes on the living room floor. She was impressed by her husband's efforts in unloading the moving truck, especially...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (7 min/mp3) * * * * * I am lying down on my bed. I am not feeling just sensual tonight; I am feeling raw and needy. I can't have you so I have to pretend you are here. You live so far from me and I miss you more each day. No one knows about my desires for you and that is part of what keeps it so hot in my mind. I am moving...
It was a Friday, just a few minutes before the end of the day. Principal Jake had been looking forward to the end of the week for a while. With all of the issues related to kids, parents and staff, he was ready to lock the doors, find a bar and get a drink. Then the phone rang. With the secretaries having left early because of the long weekend, he picked up...
Poetically Expressed True Story: Jealousy Ruins a Threesome A few years back, I shared a passionate embrace with a lovely chocolate woman beneath the shadows that the night hours bring. Our cuddle was an interlocked 69 position that allowed for simultaneous tongue baths to be willingly provided for one another. The only thing audible over the melodic chants...