The low, whispering chant filled the air. Heavy, deep syllables rocked through the chamber, as he lay on his back. His eyes were heavy, and he stared into the intricate designs that were painted across the ceiling. Looking down, he saw the golden eyes glittering down at him from the far end of the chamber, where the goddess sat and smiled enigmatically. He...
It was many months after the fateful day that changed my life forever that I found out she had known all along - that all my sneaking about had been totally UN-sneaky. As we lie there in bed now, all sweaty and sticky from my very first fucking, she confessed to me she had been very flattered by my interest in her and had gone out of her way to provide me wi...
We had been in the night club a while before I noticed that Brenda had gone missing. I had been quite happy enjoying a dance or two and chatting away to two younger men, who bought me drinks and who shocked me a little by the way they behaved, not rowdily but presuming it okay to run their hands over my body and sneak the odd grope or kiss. I told myself tha...
Okay, so I decided, in a drunken state, that it would be interesting if I painted my boss hot pink. I mean, he had passed out at my house, and I felt like it would be funny. Everyone from the party had gone to sleep, and there he was, completely, irresistibly vulnerable. I work in an industry of celebrities, drugs and alcohol, so we weren't known for holdin...
After Mary kissed them both, Bruce and Jennifer stared at her for a few seconds. Bruce's brow was knit in a confused look, while Jennifer grinned with the confidence of certainty. Taking her husband by the hand, Jennifer led him out of the studio. Mary walked over and picked up the brushes dropped in the heat of passion. She inhaled a deep calming breath a...
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The reasons can either be noble, or of the frivolous variety. Unfortunately, what got me into this predicament was the latter. I know you're asking all kinds of questions so before I go anything further, let me set the stage as it were. My name is Kenzie, a 20-something office worker who just went on with her life as easy as you like until I saw something...
This story was inspired by, what started as a true incident, but developed into a fantasy. It was written for my own benefit, a sort of catharsis of my inner turmoil, and frustration, and for my fellow aficionados who can understand and empathize with my feelings and desires. Also, for any ladies, (or gentlemen), who would care to share their feelings or hid...
It was bound to happen sooner or later. One of Sarah's chat buddies found out where she lived... Sarah had a thing for tickling & being tickled. For her, it was such a high. She had had only a few real 'encounters' but she liked them very much. In fact, the tickling got her incredibly horny. She discovered that there were many guys on the net that wanted t...
If, as you read the following story, you begin to wonder if something came before it, they have, 'Christine. A tale of lust,' and 'Angela. Teased and pleased'. For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we specialise in colour photographs fixed with t...