You woke up, your head spinning. Looking around you found yourself in a well lit but empty room. Suddenly a throne you did not notice before stood high and tall in front of you. Made of wood, it had elegant carvings resembling major events of past generations. You spot one that showed soldiers sitting in trenches armed with guns. In another, you recognized k...
Author’s note: I dedicate this story to Faye-Lynne, the Asian woman who inspired the character of Tina Yin. Part 1: The Diagnosis Bill Gates was embarrassed to admit that he had a little “problem”. The “problem” was persistent. Indeed, Bill Gates had the “problem” all his life. He was especially embarrassed to have to confess the “problem” to this young, g...
The following is a combination of a girlfriends and the work of a couple of masseuses I have had over the years. Enjoy! * After months of wondering, I finally enter the small massage studio with the Yin-Yang symbol two blocks from my house. I always thought it was a little shady looking, but one night after happy hour I decided to take a look for myself. I...
It had been an almost unbearably long day after their morning adventures. The Master had been extremely attentive to his Slave all day, telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy she was. He had told her to stay naked all day, that he wanted to be able to admire her body always. The only thing she wore was the gold chain he had wrapped around her waist and...
You have one hour left. What will you do? This afternoon, we set the timer for half an hour and we didn't do writing practice. We practiced making love but not in the style we've been working on. This summer we're going to a SkyDancing workshop, so we're reading the books and trying to practice the high holistic healing style of lovemaking she calls sacre...
Aileen walked in to the tiny shop on the corner. It was her 18th birthday and her virgin skin had begun to shudder in anticipation. The shop was simply named Tattoo, and inside there stood "the Creeper" a seemingly filthy man covered in Indian black ink that, with time fades to a forest green. Scraggily brown grey beard streaked with left over lunch and hair...
The two of us, her a middle-aged divorcee, me much younger, were coupled amidst muddled sheets, wrapped in murky shadows skulking about her bedroom in a tropical vacation bungalow near a white sand beach. Her ruby cum fuck me pumps unshackled, on the floor; my young man's practical, proper, in fashion shoes nearby. Her red lace panties, the crimson balconet...
Too often we work our asses off all day or to those of you with night hours, all night, and for what? Then after we fight tooth and nail through all the lane monitor drivers who should (all ride rapid transit and) get off the road, we finally make it home. We don't need to know anything is broken, one of the kids was bad and needs to be talked too. We need a...
Kaguya felt this was definitely not how it should of ended. The Ōtsutsuki was suppose to triumph over these...these remnants. Glancing to her left she saw almost in slow motion a dark haired teen who had Indra's chakra within him. His eyes the Sharingan in his right and Rinnegan in his left flared with power and cool focus as his left hand stretched out towa...
When Mary walked into the cafe, David knew she was the one! Everything about her was perfect. The shoes she wore were bright red. Her tight black leather skirt hugged her wonderful curves. When he looked at her top again, he wondered where she might have found such a shirt. Perhaps on a recent trip to Paris or Milan. The beautifully cut red shirt had to be...