All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*. I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character's name from ***...
Yoni, Gina and I left the Palms after only five days; just to be sure we were waiting when Prince Tulan returned. We were all nervous. We were all emotionally invested in the project and each other. That day passed slowly and casually. We were playful. I got flashed and kissed the flashing pussy or boob. But our minds were racing. There was only room for sm...
"Here's your toast and orange juice, sir." She said as she set the tray in front of him. "Oh, my!" His attention was suddenly drawn away from the report he was reading. "What have we here?" "I'm sorry, sir." She said as she fidgeted with her uniform. "I washed the dress last night. When I took it out of the dryer it was... smaller." Indeed it was. His ey...
Mark was sitting on the bed in his angelian form. The feathers of his wings were white with golden tips. He was reading a book. The night was dark, and a rain shower had just passed by the area. As the windows suddenly rattled, Mark looked up as Grace appeared, her dress was flowing, white satin. It clung to her beautiful curves. Her skin was porcelain white...
Let me first introduce myself. I am Rochona, 25 years , stayed currently in Calcutta and have an amazing body( all guys say that). Well this story is about my friend and myself, his name is Abhik and we met about four years ago. He was tall and fair. The first time we met in a puja mandap, there was an instant physical attraction. After a few week we met at...
Getting out of the shower, I watched him on the bed leaning up on one elblow, totally naked with that wanting smile on his face. He looked back at me and he did not have to say anything as his fingers slowly massaged his hardness. A gestured silent invitation of what he wanted. It had been a few days since I was able to ride him. I too was wanting desperate...
Her glorious twat twangled and still softly twanging, having gushed and dribbled over my fingers and coated my face, I hear her murmur how thirsty she is. Her moans of passion and groans of pleasure have parched her throat. Water, water! her voice softly calls. Answering her summons, I slide back off her bed, from between her wide spread legs, and move qui...
Jesse watched Lee move to the door again and heard the click of the lock. Lee smiled at her and told her that he was making sure no one would interrupt them. Then as she watched he move back to the table and was standing next to her as she lay back facing up with her back on the massage table. All she had on were her white bikini panties and they had a wet...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional, written to entertain and titillate. Some references to yoga and tantric practices or techniques are more realistic than others - which tradition, is a whole another conversation in itself. The text does not describe how a yoni massage should or could be done by a professional therapist. Many thanks to my editor and beta...
#03: Rudyard Kipling, Kim Kim lay under the banyan tree with closed eyes. His thoughts swirled in his mind. "Kim ... Kim .... Kim ... who is Kim?" Kimball O'Hara, son of a deceased regimental sergeant. Kim of the Punjab, whose native mother died in his youth, leaving him to live as he could. Kim the quick-witted, who knew how to beg a little rice and a bit...