The moon gleamed upon the snow ladened trees and glacier white ground. All around, one could hear the soft sighs and murmurs of lovers embracing, caressing, caring for one another. A perfect winter evening for love, or so one lone soul thought as he sat staring out into the night sky. "Mayhap, I should send my little love a sweet dream of me." The man thoug...
Thomson dragged Freya through the bar by her hair as she yelped in protest. The crowd both parted and stared. 'How many... times... do I have ...to tell you...I do... what I want bitch!' And he slammed her onto a seat. Freya's crime was to object to Thomson tongue kissing another woman on the dance floor. Thomson strode away, back to the woman. Freya sat...
The snow piled upon the windows, rounding the corners. The shadows it cast made the cabin much darker than it should be, in the mid-afternoon. She plied the fire with another piece of wood, poking it carefully into the burning pile. Hot ashes danced upwards, celebrating the commitment of the log to the transformative process. The flames were welcoming, and...
My love, Do you remember that time we took that trip to the beach? How we laid upon the sand holding hands? How the water rolled up over our prone bodies until we were one with the sea? Do you remember how I clung to your fingers and told you I felt like I was drowning? And how you said don't be silly, the water isn't that deep. And I said I am not drownin...
I walked up to the end of the laneway. On either side were high red brick walls with blue-star vines hanging over the tops. A narrow strip of well-cut lawngrass travelled up on one side of the lane, and a two-paver wide footpath travelled up along the other side. It was a little cloudy overhead. And pretty cold. I was wearing a long sleeved two-ply cashmer...
There it was, shamelessly hanging out for the whole world to see. Like a big, denim-clad moon, just waiting for some enterprising astronaut to rocket aboard. Carrie bent fully over, kneeling in the vinyl seat and leaning out the passenger car window. Her ass swayed in counterbalance to her waving arm as she shouted goodbyes to her friends on the train platfo...
When Micca arrived at the entertainment parc of Sector 7, some of her anxiety returned. She stepped out of the hover-train and into the middle of a bustling rotunda. She stood still for a few minutes to take stock; to take in her surroundings and to watch the people go past. People – mostly men but to her surprise quite a few women too - walked here and ther...
It had been a long tough summer. My company had assigned me as usual to be the lead on major development project. For the past four months I had worked seven days a week, twelve plus hours a day. It seemed all I did was work and sleep. I seldom even had the energy for a stress-relieving jack off. The big celebration party and large bonus check after the suc...
Comments? Let me know please. No unauthorized use. Romantic-Erotica A flash of lightning flickers outside the cool plate glass windows. A rumble of thunder follows the light almost instantly, reverberating loudly upon the air. The woman smiles brightly, eyes flickering as the rain falls in large droplets to hit the earth. Musky air smelling clean and fresh...
By the time the airship had flown over the London conurbation into the Thames estuary on its way to the North Sea, Lady Sally had belatedly got her reviving cup of tea. She sat in her throne, now dressed in an Egyptian cotton dressing gown decorated with a winged Isis, sipping from a delicate china cup, her four submissive men in collars and leads at her fee...