When the night sounds Are all you hear Dance with me tonight Under the stars above Where the sparkling sky Twinkles like diamonds Enchant me With your charming words Take me to a place of bliss To an endless adventure Where dancing smiles Create a lingering kiss Comfort me in your gentle arms With two hearts beating as one A fleeting touch of our hands So soft and delicate Trickle down our thirsty skin As our bodies come alive A soft whispering from your lips Igniting the flame of passion Bodies screaming louder with lust Rhythmic dancing with each thrust Our two bodies quivering in ecstasy Making the most passionate of love Come, dance with me The dance of love Let's make memories Under the stars above Where the sparkling sky Twinkles like diamonds
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 74: The Yoga Teacher
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-73”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I have never understood people’s fascination with yoga. Give me a choice between trying to bend by body in ways it was not meant to in a room filled with sweaty people or going for a relaxing run in the fresh air and I will pick the ladder each and every time. Then again, that could be because running always helps me relax and gives my usually busy mind a break. But this fantasy is not about running and if you think it is, I recommend going back to the start and reading the title again. Given what I just said, you are probably wondering how I could possibly have ended up attending a yoga class. The simple answer is: My friend convinced me to accompany …
Adam comes home for Christmas
Adam could not wait to get back to the warmth of Florida from his college in the North East. He liked the university, just not the climate. He was met at his plane by his parents and his fourteen year old little sister, Alice. He was a freshman in college and she was also a freshman, but in high school. It was very hot that day and she was just wearing a loose halter top and some very short and very tight shorts. It had only been four months since he saw her last, but she seemed to have matured quite a bit. Her tits were now a pretty good B-cup and her ass was filling out nicely. He knew he should not be noticing these things on his own sister, but what could he do? The whole family got home, but Adam was a little tired from both the long bumpy plane ride and a little hung over from the party the night before. He excused himself and went to take a long shower to wake up a little. As he reached out for a towel he came up with nothing but air. “Dammit!” he muttered, no towels. He quickly yelled through the door, “Sis!, can you bring me a towel or something?” He heard her foot falls and some giggling as she opened the door. Instead of just handing a towel to him, she walked right in! “You need something bro?” she asked. Adam grabbed the towel from her hand as she got a good look at his long dick. “Bet all the girls like that!” she teasingly said. “You’re not supposed to say things like that to your brother, Alice”, he replied. “You’ve been gone so long, I missed you,” she …
We were just going to Hang Out Part 4
I awake hoping to find that it was all a bad dream. I rub the sleep out of my eyes, and look around. It was not a dream; Jen is still lying on her back with her hands and feet shackled to the horse. I also heard a rattling sound from the floor; the vibrator must have slipped out of her ass during my sleep. It warm in here and the lights are very well muted but still well lit. I see what looks like a steel toilet in the corner along with a shower. ‘Yes I remember her giving me one last night or before she raped me.’ I get up there something around my waist; the large strap-on is still on along with bondage harness. I take them off as I sit and take a long piss. I hear moaning from Jen, she must have heard me moving. Yes, the ball gag is still in her mouth, I take a Dixie cup from the plastic dispenser filled it with water and washed out my mouth before, I stop and look to see if there anything on the water faucet. “Mmm, let make sure first,” filling a second cup I brought it over to Jen. I removed the gag and offer her a drink. She drank it, and then I saw her do the cotton mouths stretch with her lips. She was about to say something when I shoved the ball gag back in. “Aggh, mmurh” “I’m not ready to hear anything from you yet.” I said as I went to get some water. Drinking a few cups of water I went over to get my clothes that were still on the floor along with hers. I quickly got dress and went to the door. It was locked with what seems to be a security push button lock with …
One Glass Too Many
I checked my makeup in my compact as I waited for Tom to come meet me. He was late. Again. Work. I had spent two months making myself look good for him and now this. It was our one year anniversary that night. I wore a sleeveless, gold cocktail dress that I had to lose ten pounds to wear properly. It was very form-fitting, backless, showing just a hint of cleavage. It was classy enough that it fit in in that downtown lounge, but slutty enough to draw attention. I never had large breasts, but I loved that about myself. The fact that I have the body of a dancer and soft, tan skin, combined with dark, almond shaped eyes, meant that I never wanted for male attention. I settled down with Tom because he was, well, safe. He was strong, decent, good looking, and absolutely boring. The only big problem with Tom is that my tastes have always been expensive, and he has to work all kinds of hours to get me what I want. He rarely had time to spend with me. But he was a man that I could see myself growing old with, because I know that he will never hurt me. I called Tom again. No answer. In the reflection of the bar, I saw an older gentleman walking towards her. He was well dressed and handsome, in a worldly way. She cleared her throat as he passed by and could smell his cologne. He glanced at her and stopped when he saw her. She felt flushed as he looked at her. "Hi," he said. “What brings you out here tonight?” He wore a suit that was clearly made for him and had eyes as blue as water. …
The Lonely Wife 9
Chapter 9 The next morning Jack and I fucked before we got out of bed. I was starting feel like a newlywed again. We were in the bathroom getting ready for work when his cell phone buzzed. He read the text message and smiled but then frowned. “What’s wrong Jack?” I asked as I came up behind him “Were you serious last night about being honest about me seeing another woman?” “Yes, if want some pussy on the side it is ok. Remember I’m going fuck some other guys too.” “Well I have a date tonight. So I guess we are going to have our first test of being honest.” He said with some lingering doubt in his mind “Jack, I meant what I said. Enjoy your night. In fact, if you want to spend the night that is alright!” “Thanks, actually I have been working on this one for a while.” He smiled “Really? You going to get some new pussy tonight? Who is she?” “She is the s****r of one of the guys that fucks Sandy.” “Are going to go black?” “I hope so. She is hot. I met her when she followed her b*****r out one night. I had to calm her down. I have been flirting with ever since trying to get her into bed.” He then showed me some pictures on his phone. She was slender with medium sized tits and a nice ass. “She look’s hot. Remember not to wash your cock. I want to see what her pussy tastes like.” “What if I fuck her in the ass instead?” he laughed while I stuck out my tongue My day at work flew by and before I knew it I was on my way home. I was looking forward to a quiet night at home. Jenny …
The Satans Child
Preface: Obviously the story is fictitious and related to incest, that of a son raping his mother. For those who think its taboo, should not read it. Kindly note that English isn't my first language; hence this is my first and best attempt to convert my thoughts into words. Opinions, comments, brickbats, are all welcome . My mom, Ramya had given birth to me when she was only 19. My father left us, when I was 12. They had regular fights; my aunt once disclosed that my father couldn't bear my mom, as she kept deriding his sexual needs. As a result, my father had to marry his secretary. So in my mind, I had always blamed mom for the separation, holding her responsible for the reason I couldn't see my father ever again. Mom worked as a secretary in a law firm. Her daily routine was making breakfast and dinner for both of us. There was hardly much communication between us, she was an alcoholic and periodical nagger. She's now 40, 5 ft 5" and weighs roughly 120 pounds. I'm close to 6 ft, weighed 165 pounds, and had the looks and physique of my father. No one knew that I had a great sexual libido (like that of my father). Though a virgin, I believe I had learned enough about sex from the Internet and few of my friends. Like them, I too masturbated almost daily. I lacked in confidence, hence had never dated anyone. This probably was the reason of my sexual frustration, since I hadn't fucked any one yet. Today happened to be my 21st birthday, mom seems to have forgotten or probably …
Dont Change – Chapter 1
Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective fiction. 3. something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story: We've all heard the fiction of her being in delicate health. 4. the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. 5. an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation. 6. Law. an allegation that a fact exists that is known not to exist, made by authority of law to bring a case within the operation of a rule of law. All of my works are works of fiction. Meaning they are made up. The characters, though sometimes loosely based on a real person, are fictional. Why did I find the need to change my introductory note? Because people seem to not know what fiction is. Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It in no way reflects actual events that I have seen or been in anyway a part of. The people within, though may have been based on actual persons, are in no way real. The story is made up, it’s fake, and any confusion with real life events means you should go get your head examined. Warning: This chapter may include topics that people are uneasy with such as but not limited to: Beastiality, Incest, Rape, Forced Sex, Sex with a virgin, Sex with a person in a status where they do not have normal cognitive abilities, or sex with objects. If you do not like to …
The Swing Series 7
Here goes with Part VII of the series. Hope everyone is enjoying these, it takes a lot of work to write one of these stories. The stories bring back many a great memory of times gone by. Sue and I are having a good time reliving and/or dreaming up these stories. Sue's birthday was approaching. We were sitting around watching TV one night and I asked her what she would like to do for her 39th birthday. She said she would like very much to turn 30! I asked her if there was maybe something else that I could realistically help her with. Sue really surprised me with her answer. She told me that she had a fantasy about going out to a bar and picking up some guy, or maybe two guys, and letting them fuck her. She said that she wanted to dress up like a very sexy slut, tease some men and pick out one or two to get laid by. Our rule had always been that we never have sexual relations with anyone unless we are both there. I mentioned my concerns for her safety without me there. Sue said she already had that figured out. Sue explained that we would drive separately to a popular Country & Western bar in a nearby city. I was to enter the bar about two hours or so before she arrived. I was to hang around, play some pool and try to find a single guy that I thought Sue would like to fuck. I was pretty good at pool and never had any trouble striking up a conversation with total strangers while shooting pool. Sue had a good idea going here. I knew that within two hours of drinking beer and …
Crossing The Street 6
I woke on Sunday and rolled over to find Mitch already out of bed. A glance at the clock told me he’d already left for his weekly golf game. Sleepiness clung to me and I lay there with my eyes closed. It was late. I'd slept in. I felt relaxed, and quiet, and… …sticky . My eyes shot open with a gasp as last night's adventure played out again in my head. My pussy felt a little tender from the fucking and the toy I'd used on my clit. Recalling the intensity of the vibrations and the sudden, startling waves that had flooded me made my head swim. I began to juice up almost immediately, my sticky lips pulsing, wanting. Lifting my knees I was reminded of the other toy, the butt plug. My sore little ass sent vestigial reminders of the invasion and dried lube coated my crack. The toys were under the bed. Where should I hide them? Dana had said I could keep them… She'd said to text her when I woke! I grabbed for the phone and switched it on. There was a message already there. An hour ago! Sleep well? I saw Mitch leave. Text me when you are awake. I scrambled for the buttons and answered. Just woke. Thank you. I slept great. Almost instantly the phone buzzed with a new message. About time. Shower and clean up. I'm waiting. I flew from the bed and was halfway to the bathroom before I ran back, gathered the toys and the lube from under the bed and dragged them to the dresser. I pulled out the bag, shoved socks and underwear aside and was about to stuff them in when I thought …
Chapter 1 Sandras new life – Sandra sold for drugs
Chapter 1 Sandra's new life – Sandra sold for drugs Please not this story is 100% not real Sandra was a troubled girl she drinks smokes lives in a bad area got brought up with the wrong crowd in a drug fueled rage. She lived with her mother she has been on drugs ever since she could remember she didint have much of a connection with her mother she was always getting hit by past boyfriends sometimes Sandra was used for sex so that her mother could get on the drugs. Her mother has been selling Sandra to other men for drugs ever since she was 12 but after a while she eventually got use to it whenever her mother was out of cash and she had a drug dealer on the couch Sandra knew her pussy was gonna get a pounding or sometimes her mouth would get a pounding but at least they all respected her enough to cum on her stomach every time. Sandra is now 16 and she has a boyfriend of her own who is 18 and beats her all the time and is a drug addict like her mother but she loved him so much she did not have even 1 shred of respect for herself. One day Sandra and her boyfriend were at his house lying on the couch watching movies but her boyfriend wasent really paying attention he was to busy snorting cocaine until he got so high and agressive he grabbed Sandra by her hair shouting at her he is gonna fuck her now he dragged her to the bedroom they both started taking their clothes of Sandra got in her usual position lying on her back with her legs spread but her boyfriend had other plans he …
Fairyland2
Then the two walked away from fairy black boy. Fruzsina ships laughed, she enjoyed the double fucking. Then four black lesbian fary found. – Come beautiful boys views us to do it together. This immediately began to stand his dicks. Two fairies with their hands tied back with a chuckle. – You have a nice ass – said one black fairy who blackberry eating, making the whole mouth was red. She took a good strong hazel wand and take a deep swished a fairy boy ass. – It does not hurt – laughing uproariously. – So. – said the fairy girl and slammed the ass then, like a knife to cut the flesh of good hazel twig. Then the pimp screamed that even saliva flow out his muth. The wound fat drops began to flow with bl**d. One groaning convulsed her thighs trembled too. – Start the party chicks – shouting the hazel twig. Then the four of them hanged on a tree trunk made dildo, which was as big as a horse's. – Sweet Galas, I give youre ass. – Do not, I beg you! – No, my ass! – SHAAAAAT UUUUP! This virgin ass hole slammed dry. Grunting, Groaning roared. The gut is not the end of a certain preponderance of expansion was interrupted. Long streaks of bl**d began to flow from his ass. – I will kill you witch! – Shouted the other. This is one of the girls jumped on his back and fell clutching her hair is pulled back hair that is left in the hands of a few, he almost broke his neck. Then another smashed his nose with his fist, that you could hear the crack of the nostrils, flattened like pancakes on …
Trunks and Pan
“You sure she’s asleep?” Goku looked up at his yuong friend. “Out like a light.” Trunks looked down at his even younger friend. “Then let’s do it!” Trunks took out a video-tape that was clearly marked, “XXX – Not to be purchased by persons under 18.” Although Trunks was only 17, Goku was — what, 40? Well, his body looked like he was 13, but he was quite a bit older than 18. As the duo approached the monitor, Trunks popped in the cassette. The title screen came up, followed by a pic’ of a woman, bear naked. Goku and Trunks started to drool. The monitor showed a naked man come up and place his member right into the womans crotch. Goku and Trunks started to get bulges in their pants. “Hey, Trunks, you know what your mother’d say if she ever found out you were watching these?” Trunks replied, “You know what Chi-Chi’d say if she found you were watching a lurid, animated video?” Goku nodded, “Guess we’re even.” “Y-A-A-A-AW-W-W-N-N!” Goku whispered to Trunks, “Quick, turn it off! Pan’s coming!” “Whatcha watchin’?” Pan asked as she came up. “Uh … nothin’!” Trunks ventured. “Right! Sure! We weren’t watching any anime, or nothin’ like that!” Goku added in. Then he whispered in Trunks’ ear, “Maybe next time we should spring for the magazines.” Goku developed a huge sweat drop when Trunks replied, “They’re under my bed.” **** Later that night…. “Ooohh, man!” Trunks leaned over. “Why do I have these feelings, now?!” Trunks was alone in his room. He sat on his bed, wearing his traditional …
Heartbreak
My heart hurts. My head tells me to be realistic. It was not meant to be. The tears flow, for reason unknown. The heart wants to blame, Wants to hate, Wants the hurt to go away. Logic will prevail, one day. Hopefully soon. The unknown heartache; Unbearable, Tiring, Relentless. Time is needed. To accept. To get past. To move on. Heartbreaks, Can not be the end. A game changer is needed. I will get through. I know you will help me get through. Written by TxPrincess to be Published on LushStories ONLY!
When I Wake Up
When I wake up, I find my eyes searching, Longing for the eyes that make it okay, My hazel eyes looking for your chocolate brown. When I wake up, I find my fingers wishing, Wanting your hair to curl softly through my fingers, Wiping away all the pain from the ones that came before. When I wake up, I find my skin cold, Awaiting your touch to make its coolness warm, And feel your soft caress brush against it and comfort me once more. When I wake up, I find my heart waiting, Hoping that one more morning has come, Where you wake up beside me and fill me with the hope of another tomorrow. When I wake up, I find my soul searching, For more of the happiness that was in the realm of my dream, More of the beauty and the magic that I so crave from you, as you do from me, to help me through another day. When I go to sleep, I am at rest, Wrapped in the arms that I cherish and adore, At least, that is what I dream for us.
Third Visit To The Master (And His Men)
There were more cars in the parking area on Friday night. Gloria arrived punctually as always but she had to wait for The Master. He had assistants but he preferred, at least initially, to handle the female clients himself. Tonight there were already three ladies already in The Club, with another two due after Gloria’s scheduled arrival. This night there were plenty of males, both members and non-members. The Master soon had Gloria out of her clothing, fitted with an eye mask and guided her to an unoccupied activity room. In the member’s viewing room four selected men awaited her arrival. Opposite, in the non-member’s viewing area, there was no one. The Master knew that would quickly change once he had Gloria organised. Word always seemed to spread quickly amongst the non-members. The activity room was long and narrow, just long enough to hold the padded bench and allow a man to perform at either end. The narrowness of the room meant that the mirrored walls and viewing rooms were very close to the action. The Master placed Gloria face down on the bench. Her head hung forward over the end of the bench as he fastened her wrists to the support legs. At the other end the bench reached only as far as her lower belly. Her ankles were fastened to the support legs so that her feet just touched the floor on either side of the legs. The pose spread her thighs widely. As he checked Gloria’s positioning on the bench The Master noted with satisfaction that the pose caused her pussy to …
little asian boy in prison
1 Hello, everyone. My name is Ling. I am an owned Asian boi-wife belonging to a dominant White master. I was locked up in a prison when I was a 18 year old virgin Asian boy. Through two years of rigorous training and discipline at the hands of several other prisoners, I became a complete sex slave. I was stripped off of my humanity, my identity and I was never allowed to be called a boy again. They had all my body hair laser removed, put me on female hormones to develop breasts, and had my dick permanently locked in a cage and I am never allowed to touch it. They referred my dick as a clit and sometimes they rubbed it and spanked it like I was a girl. They called me their gook wife and used me just as they would with an Asian female. Everyday I was gang ****d, f***ed to swallow cum, gave rim jobs, and gave massages to my master, the mob boss of the prisoners, who owned me and shared me with his minions. He even had my nipples pierced with silver rings. All this done white I was still in prison. I was forbidden to ever cum again, and began to derive immense pleasure from being penetrated. He frequently whored me out to other prisoners. Many of them have never even seen an asian boy in prison. They said that my boi-pussy was even better than real pussy. They not only ****d me, but took pleasure in abusing me and humiliating me, and they said "it was indeed true. Asian boys are so naturally feminine and just as submissive as their female counterparts". I was the "asian bitch" …
Sharing Phone Time ch 3
Chapter 3 The next weekend and the first few days of the week just flew by. I spent most of Saturday night with Bill and did not get home until almost noon on Sunday. So I had a lot of catching up to do before Monday rolled around and I had to go to work. Tim had a big test and a paper due at the end of the week so he spent most of his time on the computer and in his room studying. It was around 9:50 pm on Thursday night and I had just come down to the family room to relax. Tim had turned on the TV. I sat next to him and asked if he was all set for tomorrow’s test. “All set mom.” Tim was flipping through the channels and said, “Not much on now. I missed most of ‘Elementary.’” He started to get up and leave. I held his arm when he was half way off the couch and said, “Do you want me to call Bill?” Tim sat back down and nodded. I reached over Tim and got the phone from the end table and started dialing. Tim hit the speaker phone button. Bill: “Hello.” Me: “Hi, Bill, it’s me.” Bill laughed and said, “I know, I have Caller ID. You should get that, it’s a nice feature.” Me: “I know, I know but I don’t want to spend the money right now.” Bill: “Hey did you see ‘Elementary’ tonight? It was a good one.” Me: “No, I just got a chance to sit down and relax when I started thinking about you and thought you might want to do our phone thing.” Bill: “You won’t have to ask me twice. But isn’t Tim home tonight?” Me: “Yes but he has been studying all week for three or four hours a day for …
The Niece, The Wife and Their Needs Pt 2
The Niece, The Wife and Their Needs Pt 2 A few days later I was out working in the yard when I glanced down the street and saw McKenzie being dragged along by a huge Great Dane headed for me. As they passed me she grinned and said, “Help me stop him, he’s so damn strong I can’t get him to stop.” I reached out and grabbed his leash and pulled them to a stop. He was a huge dog and it was difficult for me to stop him also. Once stopped though, Mac told him to sit and he obeyed her instantly. As he was sitting it allowed me to see his thick long sheath with his pink tip sticking out an inch or so. You could tell he had a huge dick. His head would lean over and he’d sniff Mac’s crotch and his dick would slide out another two to three inches and then withdraw back into his sheath. I felt my dick beginning to grow in my sweats and didn’t want the neighbors to see me hard with my niece standing beside me so I said, “Give me his leash and let’s take him in the house, ok?” “Mac smiled broadly and said, “That’s why I brought him over, I was hoping you’d say that. Is Aunt Rita home?” “No, she won’t be back for at least a couple of hours”, I reply. After we enter the house I notice she is wearing sweat pants and a halter top and sneakers with no socks. I watch her unhook Ramrod’s leash and set him free. She then walks directly in front of me and removes her shoes, then her halter top and then presses her pants down her body to fall at her ankles before stepping from them. She’s …
A ONE NIGHT STAND: THE BEAT GOES ON
It’s any rainy autumn night in the city. Cars swish by and splash water on the sidewalks, colored lights blur in moistened vision and the noise of the city pervades the dank air. Follow the course of water in the streets as it spins around grates and escapes away into darkness, now light and darkness again. It splashes and bubbles along, surface a dance with fat droplets driven from the sky. Now it rounds a corner and scurries across flat asphalt, spreading in an alluvial fan, glistening and gleaming in passing traffic lights. And so it winds its way passed a noisy door, leading from darkness into light. The door is held open by a hand and boisterous voices float on the air. "Come along! I will take you to heights the likes of which you've never seen! The hand holds the door and a pulse of music wafts out around it, muted then blaring as a figure moves our way. Two others move in quick succession before the hand comes out of the door. The hand is blonde, with leathery coat around his frame. He seeks the arm of the flashy lady with red slicker and high heels to match. They follow the willowy blonde in high heels and her companion, a tall lanky black haired man in jeans and bomber jacket. "This's my wheels!" says the hand, and the flashy chick on his arm exclaims, "Oh, I like what you got already, Dave!" as she runs a finger along the wax by the handle. Dave opens the car and says, "Hop in." She slides part way across the seat and waits. She checks her image in the mirror …
My First Boyfriend: PART ll
It was the week of my birthday and Jeremy surprised me and asked me to meet him at the park after school. When I got there he had a sad look on his face, I even tried to kiss him and he pulled away from me. So I went directly into therapist mode asking him a thousand and one questions. Jeremy said nothing at all, he just got in car and told me to "drive, don't care where just anywhere". I drove to my favorite spot ever to be which is on the edge of the mountains, mainly because no one was there during the middle of the day. Since we didn't say anything on the ride up there, I just got out and sat on the hood of my car. Jeremy got out a little while later to stand in front of me. Without saying a word he kissed me as he started to caress my cock through my school pants. I went with it since I was scared to know what he had to say. I just wanted to feel good before he dropped a big bomb on me. We kissed for what seemed like ages. Jeremy finally broke our kiss as he unzipped my pants. I forced his head down to meet my already hard cock. He opened his mouth as I laid back on to the hood of my car. The way Jeremy used his tongue was always amazing. The way he went up & down with his hands and tongue made me reach all new heights of pleasure. It was just un-parallel the way he used his mouth AND the best part about it was (well at least for me) he didn't make all those slurping noises. Jeremy had me sliding all over that car when he took the side of his tongue and moved it up and …
Bound
A hotel name, a suite number, the key card at reception. The instructions were simple yet so clear. The innocuous vibration of your cell as the message arrives, your eyes only just falling upon the illuminated name that flashes up. Yet the merest of glances enough to stop in your tracks in an instance. An audible gasp and the instant flutter of butterflies in the pit of your stomach as your mind spirals off in a million directions, a heady mix of intrigue and surprise that consumes you every thought. A short while later, your excuses given, you saunter through the hotel lobby. The elevator doors ping shut behind you swiftly catapulting you towards the far reaches of heaven. A fresh application of lip gloss. The pout and ruffle of your hair, mascara eyes falling upon the reflection of the mirrored elevator glass. Heart racing and shallow breaths, a million questions flood your mind. Your body tingles as you look to control your breathing, your eyes falling upon your little black dress that clings to your hourglass frame, drawing the eye to your wonderful curves. The plunging hemline left little to the imagination whilst the hem was barely short enough to cover the intricate lace design of your black stocking tops. You always enjoyed dressing for him, pleasing him, knowing it was all part of the game. The silence broken as the elevator slows with a whir, the ping of the doors opening as you reach your destination. The click of the key card. The light flashing green as you push …
Heart of the Dragon
Sometimes traveling for work can be tedious. I am happy that I don't travel often, and usually the customer is waiting on me when I arrive. A couple of weeks ago, I traveled to Syracuse, New York, to assist with the start-up of a new machine. We had made a significant change to the hydraulic system and it could not be fully tested on our assembly floor. I needed to make and monitor a small programming change, so I expected to spend only four hours on site. After I arrived, I learned that my co-worker had been holding back status reports at the customer's insistence. They were at least a day away from powering up the machine, and it would likely be two days before I could do my tasks. It made sense for me to get out of their way, and go check in to the hotel and work on some other projects. After a couple of hours in my hotel room, I was feeling restless, so I decided to make use of the fitness center. They only had a basic weight machine and a cheap looking treadmill. I opted for a jog through the nice neighborhood north and west of the hotel. When I finished, I did a half hour of lifting weights and core body exercises in the fitness center. I returned to my room to shower and check on work. There was a message from my co-worker saying that he was going to work late, so I should not wait on him for dinner. Before heading out to find some food, I jumped online and checked the status of my latest submission to Lush Stories. I always get a rush when one of my stories is …
Lets call it love. Part 1
Hey there, my name is Lamar Smith, my life is what you can describe as a teenage dream, been the son of the C.E.O of Smith consolidated, one of the richest company in L.A and in the whole state of California, giving me free pass to basically anything that I ask for and this is not the only fact that makes all the ladies drool over me. Let me tell you a little about me, I'm 17 not really muscled or fat but I do have abs, I'm really skinny weighing 160 pounds, 5'10'' tall with low-cut blone hair, dark blue eyes, a tanned skin all these features just makes a god to the ladies except one lady… I was sleeping sound in my room on a Thursday morning when I hear banging on my door. ''Lamar you better get your ass up cus you ain't skipping school today!'' my sister yelled from outside my room ''am up Kira!'' I yelled back. I staggered to my feet and managed to get into the bathroom with my sleepy eyes and now looking at myself in the mirror alone got me happy, I'm damn cute I thought to myself. After a while, I joined my sis at the dinning wearing a white designer T-shirt that says 'cool' on it and black jean with a pair of black levi's and ofcourse my backpack. ''I thought you are going to stay home again so when Thea come around, you'd fuck her brains out like the other day'' Kira told me with a naughty smile as I take a seat opposite her. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit, ''hey that was Thea's idea not mine and would you say that a little quietly, mum and dad might hear,'' …
Harry Potter and the Book of Secrets – Ch. 1
**Disclaimer: This story is based of the Harry Potter series created by J.K. Rowling. She owns all things about the world of Harry Potter. I do not make any money off this. I simply do it for my own pleasure and hopefully yours as well. Also, I intend on make this into a series and there will be a variety of sexual acts throughout that might not appeal to everyone. I will try to list the variety of acts under themes as best I can. Finally I do not consider myself an excellent writer. With that in mind feel free to leave constructive feedback but realize I'm not perfect. Enjoy! Ch. 1 Harry awoke suddenly to an extremely loud snore. He looked around to see who the culprit was. Neville was the only one of this tower mates that was moving around in his bed so Harry assumed it must have been him. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and felt his whole body aching from the previous night's Quidditch practice. "Great…” thought Harry, the one thing he needed most was sleep to recover from practice in order to be ready for the next one. As he sat there, he recounted everything that had occurred over the last few months. How strange it was to think just a mere few months ago he thought by this time he would be dreading every day of his to-be new school, St Brutus’s Secure Centre for Incurable Criminal Boys. Instead, thanks to Hagrid, he had found out he was a wizard and that he was going to be coming to Hogwarts to study magic. Since boarding the Hogwarts express he had instantly become …