I saw crude hanker in his eyes for me. It was very clear that Sharma became my fan and I won over him. Nevertheless, I have to win over the bald headed sexist who was very harsh on me verbally and physically. Therefore, I left the embrace of Sharma and lowered myself mashing my boobs against Ahmed's wide chest. Sharma followed me and rested his head on my ba...
August 2004 – Lessons in Love The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each c...
By the time they reached the mountain pass the next day the light was already starting to fade. A river had run alongside the road for some time, and as they left the trail to find a campsite, the sound of rushing water grew stronger. The source was a waterfall, only two feet high with a pool at the bottom deep enough for a wash. Eager to bathe, Sybari drew...
[I, Sades, am one of three African spirits inhabiting the body of Wolfgang Bergbauer, heir to the fortune of his recently deceased parents. We spirits are controlling a wolf totem that turns him into a lycanthrope. I have a titillating story to tell you, one of Wolfgang's many adventures as a werewolf. This story includes his butler, Marko, and his pretty...
Midnight. Kirsty stepped from the shower, her hand reaching for the towel rail to steady herself. She was still woozy from alcohol. The work do had gone on longer than she'd thought and she hoped Fiona would forgive her in the morning. Kirsty dried her mane of shaggy dark hair and wrapped the large blue towel around her. She felt a much fresher now though s...
RITES OF PASSAGE (The Slutty Crone) By Aleq de Satyr Intro: I have been involved in many worthwhile endeavors over the years. One of them is Community outreach/adult education programs where I meet and interact with older women, "Cougars" if you will. Predominantly white... They are progressive, radical feminist/activists with an undying desire for a...
(Chapter 10) "Wind of Change" (circa-1975) Whitehall Primary School was in the last week of a mid-term break and with only a few members of staff on the premises and no obstructions from interfering children, it should make his survey a lot easier to complete. The car tyres crunched in the deep snow and the windscreen wipers squeaked across the windscree...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It's also one of my most treasured fantasies. It's very simple, almost tame, but it has its own kind of depth. Maybe one day I'll find a woman who agrees. And maybe I'll show her this story, and maybe wonderful things will come of it. This is also my first story. You can be sure I'll read every comment. You're n...
"A warm bath, a cup of tea and a massage," he suggested. That was the plan. She hadn't slept well for two nights and needed her rest. Bath accomplished and tea consumed she lay back as he covered her with a thick white towel, kissing her on the lips, "relax now," he murmured. Andrea Bocelli playing softly in the background as he lit two candles and turned...
You are bound, gagged and blindfolded, your legs delightfully spread wide for me, the sweat glistening off your breasts, belly and face and glimmering in the soft glow of candlelight. The brim of your irresistible cunt drips with the mixture of my semen, overpowering female musk and the commingling bouquet of our lechery. You are very relaxed from the wine a...