"What's good for the goose is good for the gander."
I was on my knees, staring at the sexiest ass I’d ever seen, and lucky me, it belonged to my wife. She fusses that her ass is too big, but I like a handful. Actually, her ass and tits are...
"Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes."
I wake spurting, desperately clinging to dissipating visions of her pillowy breasts sandwiching my cock.Last night she’d approached me at the bar. Helen. The seam of her clingy leggings disappeared between her southern orbs, saying, “Fuck you,” to those who...
"Twirling snowflakes whispered, leading her to him…"
She looked past the tattered clothes and scruffy face of the man hovering over the trashcan fire. In his eyes, far from vacant, she saw what others had missed — value. Words flowed from crimson lips. “I choose you this Christmas...
“Till death do we part” describes an end; no mortal man will suffice when she craves eternity. And so the wanton beauty dares enter the shadows and gazes into red stained eyes.Prey has never sought him out, so he’s hesitant until...
To most, his belt was a boring accessory with a singular purpose. To me, it was an extension of the man — another appendage to fulfill the desires I’d kept sequestered.My eyes never left the leather that hissed against the...
Her fluttering lashes draw me closer, one bat at a time. Just one taste. The sweetness of her mouth masks her potency. I come back for more. Whilst my fingers test her depths, her gripping cunt loosens my ring. When she cums,...
Tiny Tim hadn’t cum for a very long time, nary a spurt or a tittle, though he rubbed his soft cock, his sore hand wetted with spittle. His pale, sagging skin, he churned and he twisted, then milked the head...
"He promised he’d return; she promised she’d be with him in Spirit."
Their last kiss was laced with a passion meant to linger and sustain. Then, he marched to war, head high, ignorant of the horrors ahead. When his eyes clenched to the red, she appeared in a yellow dress. Soft breasts pillowed...
"Only one had escaped the fiery horrors of Salem."
Fearing judgment, she lived secluded within the raven-filled forest.When injury befell a lone huntsman, she revealed herself, and he woke to her magical touches.“I know what you are…” he said, losing his thought in her widening green eyes and black...
"Father handed me over to a stranger. Now, what would become of me?"
Thirty-nine years old1519Master’s dead. Master’s dead! I still can’t believe it’s true. My stomach knots and coils while I drag myself along the winding, hidden passageways leading to his workshop within the bowels of the monastery. I steady myself before opening the...