**All the characters in this story are over 18.** The papers are scattered all over the living room and you are still, absorbed in the sports section and the strains of the Los Angeles Guitar Quintet that fill the sunny room. Sliding from the couch to kneel in front of you, I run the palms of my hands flat up your thighs and rake my nails down, watching you...
God, I hate that alarm clock. It's insistent buzzing prods me out of bed to shut it off before that insistent noise drives me nuts. I pad around the bed and reach a hand up to the noisy little prick. Blessed silence descends as I slap the off button. Not for the first time do I marvel at my wife's ability to sleep through almost anything. She just lays ther...
The slope was dense with pines and alders; the Oregon sun poking narrow fingers of light through the trees. The twitter of birds and the rustling of small animals amid the undergrowth added their subtle sounds to the jingling of bits, the creaking of saddle-leather and the rhythmic sound of the horses hooves. Reining in my horse I retrieve my cigarette pack...
The object of my mind a cross dressing man with affections for bondage, my love, my torment. Without a beginning or an end only a moment as it comes from my mind. The wide silk ribbon slides though my fingers slithering down in a continuous rippling wave in the air. The air is quietly still the only sounds are of breathing filling the room. Looking into...
He had come out to play. High....euphoric. Sitting. Looking up toward legs long, arms firm, hands on the pole. Tight ass. Breasts firm....a perfectly enhanced 34c A super girl. A super dream.....climbing that pole ....inch by inch....smooth....nimble....lithe. The music a trance. A drink brought. Another naked nymph straddling his one knee, her nipple...
The time is 2009. The place is Boston, Massachusetts. The man is yours truly, Kurt Linwood. And by the time I'm done with this story, you suckers will definitely remember the name. By day, I am a patrol officer with the Boston Police Department. By night, I'm something else entirely. I am performing voluntary community service by taking out the trash, folks....
OK here it is chapter four a big thanks to my editor and to you the reader. * As soon as Alana's ghost disappeared I left the graveyard. I knew it would take me a long time to get back to where it started so I walked as fast as I could. The baby was getting bigger by the day and I knew it wouldn't be long until the baby was born. I could feel the baby mo...
The rain made the grass slippery as she dashed from the truck to her front door. The evening was dark, with flashes of lightning glaring and rumbles of thunder echoing across the fields. All the lights in the house but one were off, as she slipped in the door, shedding her soaked clothing on the front porch. Reaching her arms up, Summer peeled off her shirt,...
IN THE PALACE OF THE GODS (atop Mount Venusia) The Queen of the Gods had been treating her two lovers, the demi-goddesses Herena and Hastashia, to a hot golden shower over their lusciously formed bare tits when she had received her summons from her lord and master. 'Would you like a sample?' she offered Lermes, the winged messenger who was smaller than mos...
Edited by luvtaread * Lloyd awoke in a bed not sure whether he was alive or dead. Many thoughts had run through his head since he dove out that window. The most prominent of which had been of Jill. As he thought of her and remembered that night together, something strange had happened, he could swear that some of his wounds healed as he fell. Of course rea...