Your memories are enough for me I will store them in the dark corners of my mind Where no one can see. I knew you will disappear Like a cute dew drop;  The brief sojourn with you Is enough for me, For, you will be with me always As an invisible friend By my side always. What will I do when you are gone I have often wondered. I knew you're going away Would happen anytime. If you had thought why I was aloof with you That is...

My hands went lower onto the swelling of her buttocks. "You're naked." "Yes and you're still half dressed," she giggled. She pushed her knee into my groin and felt my erection under my shorts. "Mmm that feels interesting," and she disappeared under the sheet, I felt my shorts being pulled down and then a pair of velvety smooth lips drew my fully erect cock into a warm embrace. "Jesus Cherry," I gasped and her soft hands c...

“A dance?” Clara exclaimed, stunned. “You must be joking!” She sat at a kitchen table, knife in one hand and a half-peeled apple in the other, staring at her aunt as if the older woman had grown a second head. Ingrud, not stopping as she peeled an apple as well, shook her head. “No. It’s the way of it in Gulder.” She tossed the peel in a bucket of scraps. “We celebrate the sacrifice. When your aunt Helga…” “There is an ar...

I want to see that look in your eyesThat tells me that I’m the only one.That look that screams of desire and lust,The look you have for only me.I want to feel that passion in your kiss,That makes my pussy wet and my knees weak.I want you to make me your whore, your slut, your cum catcherFucking me the way only you can do.Pinning me against a wall just after I walk through the door,Tearing off my clothes in the heat of pas...

Rachel Coe, the thirty-ish-year-old Headmistress at the sixth-form College had been pensive since she had been caned earlier in the day by Marsha Summers, her secretary. The reason wasn't so much that her bottom still stung but more that she had been given a punishment letter that meant she had to be spanked after College and have the letter signed and taken back to College in the morning. The failure to do that would res...

My name is Justin, and I will tell the first part of this story; then my wife will give her perspective on it Justin’s Story My wife, Emma, and I were born and raised in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, although we didn’t meet until our junior year in college. I knew from others that she was a wild party girl before we met, and she had a reputation for heavy drinking. I think I had a calming influence on her, even though she s...

I arrived at the Drury Sports Bar a little later than expected on the evening of Valentine's Day. The delay was a result of finishing up a story I was writing called "Mating Season." The story is a remembrance of what happened on a previous Valentine's Day not long ago. This time I was meeting the girl in a red sweater like we had arranged online. When I arrived at the bar, she was surrounded by a half dozen young men. Yo...

It happened by accident, but it was something that Mike could no longer stop himself from doing. One morning, he was changing the light bulb in the hall opposite the shower room, when he caught a glimpse of his daughter walking from the sink to the shower through the top window over the bathroom door. Something must have flipped inside Mike’s head because as soon as he had changed the light bulb, he moved the chair closer...

She noticed him as she made a last-gasp lunge through the closing doors as the train readied itself to leave the station. Subconsciously, she’d expected him to move backwards as she moved into the space directly facing him and later remembered being slightly unnerved when he did not. Being a seasoned traveller on the London Underground, she was well practised in avoiding eye contact with all passengers, no matter how many...

.It's a hunger that thriveson momentary lapsesof reason asplit second starvation.. soundstealingstimulant I finally have possessionof you.. So Isit here andwatch you sleepwhile Satan softly serenadesthe air..So you can dreamas I schemeon how to keep you Another shot ofcomfortably numb sung by the bottlehumming a hostle lullaby.. I'mout of my mind Moaning thesweetest disowningknowing my love is a cursebutfor what it's wort...

With her errands completed, Darcy pushed through the door of the woodworker’s shop on High Street. It was a small space, displaying only a few of the pieces Cooper had created, and was dominated by a long counter stacked with binders full of drawings showcasing the work he was capable of. Darcy knew his actual workshop was out back, and everything he created was made to order. “Well, hello, Darcy. How are you today?” The...

We'd had a great Friday evening, me and my husband. After a long working week, it was really nice to dress up, go to a restaurant and just enjoy each others company. With irregular work hours, it felt like we had barely gotten the time to talk to each other for the whole week. We were in our thirties and had been together for a good ten years or so, but we were still very much in love with each other. And that night was d...