Archive for June, 2008
All good story tellers know the importance of setting, and while I can easily debate whether I am good at my part time craft, I too know the importance setting has. So, if it pleases you, imagine if you will…
A room decorated in medieval fashion, heavy decorative tapestries hang from the walls. The ambience is kept deceptively calm by aromatic candles being the only source of light. Dozens of them line the walls resting on built in shelves. The furnishings are simple yet not understated in any way. A large overstuffed chair arranged in such a way as to have an unobstructed view of the bed. Oh, and the bed, a true work of art. It is huge, far larger than even a California King, a size that was popular in the 1980’s. The four solid oak posters engraved in great detail with vines of ivy and oak leaves. However, not in keeping with the style, the heavy ornate bed drapes have been removed for better visibility. From each of the four posters a heavy silken cord of ample length has been attached. The last of the furnishings is a large oak table again ornately carved and decorated to match the posters on the bed. › Continue reading
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“Half of this adult story is true. It is up to you to fantasize truth from reality. I have been into BDSM for over twenty years and have had a diverse time playing with dominant woman and serving under them! ”
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Being single gives a guy lots to remember about the fun sexual times. I was watching a porn video masturbating when my thoughts swung to my X-wife J. I was in my twenties when we married. J was five years older than me and very sexually experienced. J loved giving me prostate massages with a middle finger up my ass as she worked my dick hard with her other hand. The orgasms were very intense and I shot handfuls worth of come for her so she would not have to worry about milking me for another week. J spent hours training me to eat her pussy the way she liked. Once I learned we spent most of our free time in bed with me at the helm giving J head. J was the first woman to teach me how to give rim jobs using the 69 position to coax me along. J would fuck me once in a blue moon just to keep me home for more oral sex for her own pleasures. Our best fuck was on a lonely logging road near Yosemite where we just stopped the car and just fucked like wild animals out in the open. I was getting turned on just remembering all the fun. › Continue reading
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I hear you pull in. 5:18; three minutes late. Traffic must have been heavy. I hear the car door slam. A bad sign. I inhale deeply and wobble to the front door… you have been having me wear ridiculously high heels lately…
You are upset. I can tell by the scowl you wear until our eyes meet. Then you seem to relax a bit. But not enough. “Rough day lover?” I ask, reaching for your case. My arm jerks as I take the weight from you.
“Yeah… pretty rough.” You wrench your tie loose and toss your coat on a chair. You sit on the couch, and beckon me with your finger. I put the case down and walk to you slowly… so you can watch me moving. You pat your lap as I approach, and I sit, my legs in between yours, my arms around your neck. › Continue reading
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Invocation:
Blessed be Akana, she whose name is Beautiful Cruelty, Terrible Pleasure, Sublime Pain.
Edriel was so thoroughly absorbed in the pornographic scroll that he didn’t notice the high priestess until she planted her foot squarely in the middle of a particularly delectable picture.
“Oh, Mistress Sekba!” He snapped his head up at her, blushing as he stared past the red linen loincloth and up to the firm, small breasts, bound perfunctorily with a strip of black silk. Sekba’s stern face was surrounded by a lion’s mane of tawny blonde hair, and her reddened upper lip was curled in disdain. Seen from below, the sharpness of her chiseled features was heightened, and she loomed like a granite monument. › Continue reading
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*”Pocket Protection *”
It wasn”t going to be pretty, Katie knew that going in, but she had lost and she, the Queen Diva wasn”t about to back out on a bet. She knew she didn”t need to worry, surely Derrit was a virgin, so she wouldn”t need to worry about anything really nasty. She was on the pill, so the thought of replicating him was only a distant nightmare. The main concern on her mind was making sure Derrit understood what was about to happen.
Katie tried to propagate her image as a man eater, but in actuality she really was sensitive to people”s feelings. She”d strut before her friends with a lot of bravado, act like she just used the men she dated, but deep inside she cared, and it hurt her when she hurt someone. That was why she planned to tell Derrit everything, to make sure he understood that the only thing that would exist between him and her would be a single, brief sexual encounter. › Continue reading
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It had been too long of a day for Alexandra. Her classes had assigned above and beyond her average workload, she broke one of her favorite heels, and she was forced into covering her friend’s shift at the café. Not only was she stressed and tired, she had to study for her marketing test at 9:00 the next morning.
Alexandra reached her apartment a little after seven. The night was cold and she was chilled in her black dress skirt and thin white blouse. She had always wished she could wear pants to the café, but it was strictly enforced that she wear a black shirt, knee length, with panty-hose and high heels, and a white, button up blouse that, in her opinion, barely contained her chest. All female employees must keep their hair up, preferably in a pony tail, though Alexandra used two Chinese sticks, and all females must wear limited makeup, which Alexandra was perfectly fine with. She wasn’t the type of girl to focus extremely on looks, though she had to admit, she was rather pretty. › Continue reading
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