Mark's alarm clock blasts on like a buzzsaw. He punches the sleep button and settles back to hump his bed a little. He has a terrific hardon. Vague outlines of a dream linger... something about a woman in unexpectedly slinky gold-colored lingerie...firm, bare, modest cleavage...low top reaching almost to the bold pointy nipples...full moist lips curling int...
As mentioned in Part 1, all Mistress and I had been waiting on was for the lease to run out on my place, so I could sort everything out and finally move into her place for good -- I had practically been living over the past few months anyway, so it really wasn't as big a move when it all came down to it. The entry way to our home, which was on the ground f...
Every…single…time. It never fails. Many folks go to the gym to be seen. Makeup, revealing clothing and perfume or cologne that overpowers the senses and actually distracts those around them from having a quality workout. I go to the gym for the sole purpose of getting my body right. I keep to myself, don't speak to anyone and have a rather c...
I didn't know what was in store for me this afternoon. Master had told me that I was to look a certain way today, and I was surprised when He gave me the order to dress up like we were going out. He told me not to look inappropriate for a night out in public, to bring my makeup and a hairbrush, and anything else I would need to get myself ready in the usual...
The taste of things forbidden is always sweetest in dark shot through with blades of pale light, Gem muses as she let the dark curtain of her waist-length curls fall over a bare, flawless shoulder. She gazes down at the fair head bent over her knee-high leather boots, at the milky skin of the man's shoulder that is limned and impaled by sharp slivers of mo...
Written in collaboration by jes_da_man & LittleOne --------------------------- The Mysterious Lover - Part One. Monday, May 27, 2002 - 9:24 PM It had been many months since her last encounter with her Dark Lover. Her body aches for him. Each night she prays for his return. She holds the small vial to her breast and wishes for his touch. She closes her ey...
"Loose lips sink ships So come aboard for a pleasure trip It's high tide, so let's ride The moon is rising and so am I" ACDC I am 22 today; if it's Tuesday the 8th of August 2006. You're reading this so I'm either dead or one of those famous victims. The sort you hear about for a year or two until the movie comes out and after that only whenever some b...
I'm sweating. She's dripping. We're dancing like there really is no tomorrow. Her smell as I brush my face past her slippery, smooth neck is utterly intoxicating - whatever perfume she applied earlier in the night has combined with her own feminine chemicals and produced an odour that fragrance companies should tirelessly look into. She bends forward and he...
Stave I The noise, the time of night, the attending drama, are so typical of her -- of both of them! It takes a special kind of nerve to barge in on someone's dream, and at such an hour. Dreams are escape. Dreams need time to play out. In mine, I hold him tightly, so tightly that neither the bracing wind against my face nor the icy cold of the starry nigh...
Author's Note: Hi all, I'm back with another story about sexy succubi. This one is going to be a multi-part series as well, as I have so many ideas for these two going forward. This is a work of fiction, so any resemblances to real people, places, or events are completely coincidental. As always, all characters in this story are 18 or older. Now that that's...