Morning light spilled softly into my room, brushing the blankets with a pale gold glow. I awoke with my phone still on the pillow beside me, its screen dark now, but I could almost hear the echo of Skip's voice from the night before—warm, steady, protective. It hadn’t been a dream. He really had stayed with me. He really had talked me to sleep. And the comfort of that lingered in the air like warmth from a fading fire. I...

A Story of Two Hearts That Refuse to Let Distance Win The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of breath—yours, already uneven with anticipation, and Skip's, steady and devoted, as if he were memorizing the shape of you through the darkness. He touched you the way a man touches something precious—slowly, reverently, as if every part of you was a story he wanted to read by heart. His hands traced your hips, his lips b...

It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the aroma of lilacs hung heavy in the air. My friends Tracy, Karen & Carla and I were sitting on the patio of our favourite little bistro. The group get-togethers had gotten few and far between as life took everyone in different directions. I was the only single one in the group; Tracy and Karen had both gotten married right out of high school an...

The heat was unbearable, and the setting of the sun brought no relief. It was late, and I couldn't sleep; the air in the cottage was still and stifling. Leaving the comfort, or rather discomfort, of my bed, I padded to the patio looking for the slightest breeze for relief. No such luck. I was hot, sweaty, and irritable. The reflection of the rising moon danced on the water of the lake. The light cast long shadows through...

The darkness swirls around me like a velvet cape. Soft and sensuous on my naked skin. Covering me with modesty. Protecting me from the harsh reality that daylight brings. In my mind, I hear "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel. What vision haunts my soul tonight? I see you. Your beautiful brown eyes. I feel you. I feel a hand caress my skin...it is my own but in my mind's eye, it's you. Under the darkness, it is...

Gasping and panting We cling to each other My cunt clenches at your cock As if it was dying of thirst And it needed that last drop of cum To survive. We collapse into each other's arms Legs entwined Completely consumed Unable to move or speak. All of our energy sacrificed For a small puddle of fluid That oozes around your cock Drips down the crack of my ass Onto the sheets. The magical fluid The giver of life And pleasure...

Sigh. Its 3:00A.M. - The hour of witches and warlocks. The full moon was providing the only source of light. Angie was curled up with a cozy blanket, watching the world outside her window. Nothing much was happening at this time of the morning. The moonlight made the snow sparkle like diamonds. It was such a peaceful scene, but Angie was anything but peaceful. Just a few feet away, her husband was sleeping like he didn't...