Devil Spawn
The Son of the Devil comes to me. Satan’s spawn in all his sensual glory. He makes demands of me, not often with words, but with his body. His touch directs me, although I am powerless to resist his wants, his needs.
I don’t kno
This story is about me, A 39yr old pretty black female and the tall handsome white man I met on a chat line.
I’ve gotten that long awaited call. He wants me. We make it a date. we’re meeting for coffee….I think we both know where this date will
The Swamp Warlock
The lust was thick and I wanted to swallow the whole universe as I came with intense cosmic orgasms just by thinking of one. I still do.
I can still see it now….. the fog was thick and wonderful and the ground was green with
Desert song
It was more than a little warm when we exited the cool confines of the airport terminal but at least I was truly on the ground. I really hate flying but for him I would have traveled twice as far. After getting our luggage the scene
Running through the halls of this foreign keep was confusing to say the least. Knowledge that Mara, his beautiful wife, had seen him rutting with Teani sent his head spinning.
Even as he strained to see any trace of her passing or hear any sound
As I lie here, sound asleep, feeling all warm and safe, thinking how happy I feel, cold shivers running up my legs, it feels like spiders running over me.
I feel wet cold tongues on my legs, maybe three or four, slippery cold wet feeling moving up m
In the Still of the Night
He comes to me each night and I long for the day to end just so I can be with him. He fills me with his spirit, and I am satiated.
Each night I prepare myself for him. I lavish my body in a bath of lavender scented o
Prolog
Welcome to the future. We have come here to watch an unfolding drama of erotic proportions. In the here and now physical intimacy has been severely restricted and virtual reality has replaced the bedroom. A technotheocracy has taken contro
She loosened her gown. It fell to the wayside. She cupped her plump, succulent breast and squeezed firmly. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror her head fell back. Her mouth dropped. A bead broke her brow. She moaned. Sliding her hand down s
The night was hot and sticky; I had dozed off on the couch watching some infomercial for the Garden Weasel. The VCR flashed 12:00, 12:00 over and over again. It was almost hypnotic. The static from the television hissed much like that of oceans surf
When it comes to sexual fantasies, most people keep it in their bedroom or atleast the act of sex is involved. But are there any women out htere who have a fantasy which not involves sex, but just having total power and control over a man? Not really
Please feel free to comment! And I started with Chapter 3 because that’s the first sex scene.
Chapter 3:
She was having dinner, alone, with Ian, again. They had been seeing each other for almost 6 weeks. Every night it was something different
Putting the finishing touches on my lips i stand back from the mirror without really seeing i know that im pleased with what they will see,there illusions shall be,there fantasy’s meet and my deep burning hunger will be satisfied before the dawns lig
As the master rode off with his play sack to oversee the vineyards I allowed myself a brief moment to check my list of chores for the day. With a sigh I head up to the master’s chambers to see if those lazy bucks who’s job is the cleaning of the ma
Catalina
I was finally on leave and a permanent stationing on earth. I have spend more than a year since the war piecing back together our forces in the Trans-lunar area had been harder than the Archon had told me it was going to be. Let me introd
I threw one end of the rope over a low limb of the oak tree, the other end was tied to the cuffs on the girls wrists. I pulled her arms up over her head until she was almost on her toes, her ankles tied to a short (about 2 feet long) spreader bar. As
Donna was stirkeingly beautiful, she had long hair black as coal,long shapely legs,afirm but soft ass and large full breast that commanded attention with nipples that begged to be sucked and a sweet mound of a pussy that tasted like pure sugar cane.
From the time mark popped uot his mothers pussy it was very obvious that he was strangely handsome and had a natural sexiness to him. The nurses would all fight over who feed him,dress him and change him. Mostl they would cuddle him close to their
Tossing and turning, Page Barlow tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable sleeping position. She rolled over on her side, only to see the dim red numbers on her bedside clock show that it was now three thirty in the morning. She groaned and said ou