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...
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...
My wife of 15 years, mother of my two kids, came up to me and abruptly, violently and unexpectedly, kneed me in my groin, adroitly smashing my testicles, like an experienced street walker who handles drunkard johns every night. I immediately doubled over, whereupon she grabbed my right arm, bent it painfully behind me and, using a wicked whippy cane, mercile...
He was constantly on my mind. I hated it, but reveled in it too. The secret affair we shared made it just that much more tantalizing. He'd come into my office and we'd pretend our relationship had not shifted into this sexual need. We'd act as we had at the beginning—before he'd left his number; before the fateful day when it all came to a head. It was a str...
New Year's Eve can be as fun as you want it to be! And... Anthony and I are really fortunate to have a group of friends who believe this way as we do. Our usual spot for New Year's Eve is only 5 houses away. This is sooo convenient... particularly when it's time to go home... no need to drive! Our friends' home is a real "party house" ... the back patio op...
Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his...