"Jay? Jay? Baby, wake up." He had moved from is spooning position and was now propped up on his right arm. She was not budging. Then he remembered she had the bear in hibernation thing going on. He moved from her side to the end of the bed deciding to take another approach. The view was beautiful. She had rolled on to her back due to the disturbance of the...
Edited by PeeJ My drinks go down easily, I need them to calm my nerves, to quiet my inner voice tying to talk me out of it. The music is loud and I feel exposed in my short revealing skirt. My husband, Ron, sits calmly in his corner booth, sipping his drink and watching me. A man comes up to the bar where I'm sitting, asking me if I want to dance. Should I...
Mostly, I think I lick myself because I can. Or maybe because I can't do much else. I wish I knew who decided that the Alpha should get to fuck whoever he wants and the Gamma should get absolutely nothing. He must have hated wolves like me. Don't get me wrong, it feels good enough; and I'm flexible enough to lick pretty much everything, around my ass, acros...
With July in full swing, the temperatures here in the Boston area have begun to soar. Days with temps in the 90s are one of those things you have to get used to if you live in Massachusetts in the summer: it's right up there along with cowboy drivers on Storrow Drive or a Red Sox-Yankees pennant race, or -- if you want to go that far -- the State Police patr...
Emily was 18 years old and just finished school. She had straight brown hair which parted at the centre of her forehead, brown eyes and a slim tanned body. She decided to go overseas by herself to further express herself as an exhibitionist. Her supportive parents had no idea of this and funded her trip for the potential lifetime experiences she would have....
She had fantasized about it for a long time. Late at night, when Lelea was alone, she would slowly caress her body and imagine that she was being watched. The thought of a stranger seeing her most intimate parts was almost enough to send her over the edge. Her ritual was always the same. She would start by tying back her long blonde hair and slowly undressin...
For Lynnix. ---------------------------------- Her legs hurt, so damned badly. The muscles felt like they were bathing in lava. She could swear her quads were about to peel off from fatigue. But she didn't stop running. Even as her lungs burned and screamed for oxygen from overexertion, she didn't DARE stop running. Not if she wanted to live. *** One We...
I like Saturday mornings. Not because of any great affinity for being yanked from my slumber by wildlife singing or the sight of the rising sun burning off the previous night's fog. The enjoyment is more prosaic, a pure bout of escapism from my shitty one bedroom apartment with its exposed pipes along the wall, my shitty dead-end job with its shitty bosses...
(Edited By LadyShianne, Thanks S~) "Spittin' sand again Sam?" Asked Sergeant Stein of the 103rd Brigade. His humor seem to lighten the men's mood. Standing behind an armored vehicle while his men burrowed deeper behind the truck and dunes. His barrel chuckle eased the tension till more bullets ricochet off the hood of the truck again. "Yea Sergeant, just c...
A homeless hobo is snatched off the street... but is everything the way it seems? It gets crazy-weird from this point on. The concrete is hard and cold. A relentless numbing chill that oozes up sucking the warmth from my shapeless huddle of Oxfam overcoats and tented last week's 'Observer' wrap-arounds. Sleep comes in bursts of icy dream and neon nightma...