REHEARSAL/ PERFORMANCE Darling, I've an idea for a game we could play, the next time we are together. Here is the properties list: 2 pinecones 1 jar of honey 1 candle full matchbook tray of ice Let's begin in the morning. If you can get over the mountains before rush hour, I'll leave my door open for you (as I am open for you, to you), and stay in bed, hop...
Her heart beat faster as she heard his foot steps approach; her insecurity almost took over and panicked her into covering up. She steeled herself and tried to look relaxed and sexy for him, she knew his eyes would automatically go to her fur lined pussy which was facing the doorway from between her wide open thighs. When the look of shock on Dan's face tur...
Martin couldn't wait for the plane to touch down in Denver. The business trip he had been on had only lasted a couple of weeks, but it felt like months since he had been able to eat a home-cooked meal, sleep in his own bed and, most importantly, have sex with his girlfriend. The flight from Vancouver was less than three hours in duration, but he knew from ex...
Kinghorn's tip really was glistening. He was quite aroused. She sat back in her computer chair now swivelling slightly to either side, her long legs now neatly and elegantly crossed. Her skirt smoothed down, without a trace of where he had been. Her blouse still crisp, but now it appeared, the buds of her breasts had come alive, their trace just showing th...
Johnson wanted nothing more than to turn her over. They were already on the bed in her apartment, tongues blind and wet in each other's mouths. Her skirt was lying on the floor, her blouse completely unbuttoned. As his fingers pressed against her panties, warmth radiated through them. She wanted him to take it farther. He knew this by the motion of her hip...
Sometimes, past meets present. There's really not much you can do about it. My name is Steven James Vermont and I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian-American urban fiction writer living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm currently working on a book about the life of a black, gay male state police officer, his family and friends, and their ups...
Last day at work, during the Christmas party, and we simply could not keep our eyes off each other. The deejay in the corner was pounding the room with his selection of tracks, and we danced away all through the afternoon into the early evening, grinding against each other as sweat poured down our bodies. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. Her winks, sub...
"It is sooooo sloooooow..." It was not the first time this phrase had been uttered in the waitress station that night. Probably not even the fifth or sixth, Laura guessed. And it was true. Tuesday nights at the bar weren't typically super busy anyways, but this night had been particularly dead. The waitresses were blaming the heat. The bartender was blaming...
We had met online and had gotten to know each other a little bit. They were a couple living about 40 minutes away. I had been looking for an attractive couple, hoping to have a threesome and they were about the most attractive I could see, judging by their photos. We swapped emails for a couple weeks, even spoke on the phone a few times; just enough to know...
They both wore a mask, and exchanged a glance. She a jester of snow white and silver, and obvious sweet, living flesh. He a Venetian creature of poised, rigid marble—almost indiscernibly human unless, like she, you caught the slightest flicker of his silvery eyes. The grand music hall for the Masquerade was extensive, lined in beautiful drapery and full of...