When I first got married my sex life was pretty normal in that we were hot for one another but there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. Lucy was a beautiful English rose, if I do say so myself. Outwardly pretty quiet, a tall brunette who benefited from great genetics which bestowed upon her a trim hourglass figure with long dancer's legs – she'd been...
It was accident that Phil had caught the earlier flight home and came home in the middle of the day he told himself. Still he had stood transfixed for half an hour peering through a small crack in the door of his lounge room looking at the scene before him. The hard on in his pants betrayed the excitement he felt. He had come into the house and hearing a gig...
We were still on the floor, my head on his shoulder. The cabin was dark except for the candles I had lit earlier. It was getting chilly. Through the window, I could see a full moon rising just above the trees. Finally, I turned my head towards Tristan. "I don't know about you but I am famished. I'm a great soup maker and made a pot of mushroom barely soup...
Greetings all, I again wish to thank all who have read, voted, and commented on this series. This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real persons are strictly coincidental. I also need to state that everyone in this chapter is above the age of 18. I also wish to thank...
·Eskia Books A Holiday. An Eskia The Demonette Story 1. Warning. The following tale concerns the Demonettes and as such are not recommended practices for mere humans. Demonettes have a flexible structure that enables then to partake in activities that would not be possible for humans, Being a sex mad non-human immortal might help as well. So ple...
*~I hope you guys enjoy the new installment. Don't forget to comment!~* ***** She looks beautiful. She's wearing a cute lace white dress that cinches in her waist then flares to her knees. The platform shoes that grace her cute little painted white toes are unique. All her shoes are rather unique but I love the way they look on her. Her halo of hair is sho...
Those of a certain age might remember the summer of 1963. Some would call it the last summer of innocence in reference to JFK's final months in office and a year before LBJ, his vice-president and successor, upped the ante in Vietnam. Top 40 radio fans listened to songs such as Sukiyaki and Surf City, It's My Party and Blue on Blue. The Birds, Dr. No and Gid...
Laura parked her car and made her way to the school gate for pick-up time. For once she had found a parking space easily and wasn't late. She was also glad to see her friend Chrissie already there, which meant there was time for a chat before the doors opened and a horde of youngsters surged out. The school mums could be a cliquey lot but Laura was glad to h...
I spent the drive home crying. Not because I was upset or because I was so happy, just because I was having so many powerful feelings at once. The trigger was when I reached the end of his driveway and saw a text saying, "I miss you already." Most of the day I was in submission, if you have never experienced that, picture being a happy drunk at 4AM. That's...
The shoes complete the costume: tall black boots with sharp stiletto heels, suede that will cling to my calves and shoot up to the bottoms of my thighs. I've been buying the clothes one by one over the past few months. The first piece was the skirt. Dark purple leather with black snakeskin detail, tight around the wast and only a little looser around the upp...