Erotica - Page 18

(Chapter Four) Like the others, Shandel had been brought back to his red-draped room after his match. He sat with legs crossed on the soft rug in the center of the floor, staring intently at the plastic dinnerplate that rested on the rug in front of him

During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure

was tradition and Tonnie was looking forward to the day; other of her friends who had reached culture level have gone through the ritual, so far she only been a observer, nevertheless just watching had its enrichment, even then you had to be of a certain age to be allowed to even witness the ritual

I must have missed him on the station platform the next day, and it was the following Monday before I saw him again, Craig (as I had decided to call him). As usual, he turned up on the platform at the same place and at the same time

“I love a challenge baby and so do you, let’s do it. And let’s write a diary of it with input from both of us.” An hour later we are fucking like rabbits in the missionary position, long and hard, very hard with his arms holding my legs in the air

Amy shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Something would not allow her to continue with her slumber. She had no clue as to what was happening to her, but there was an urge, a howling desire that called from within, an inner voice that left her strangely confused

The story, a true story, tells of a man and a woman having a cyber relationship, and about an hypothetical meeting of them, after long repressed each other's instincts for fear of ruining the friendship. Meeting which might become reality

I step out of my house to my back yard and I see my new next door neighbor laying out on a towel in her sexy string bikini. I have no idea who she is, I just know she moved in next door last week. She is all golden brown from tanning so much

Henry had now much business to attend to, I had none. I used to wander into the back street just as the men’s wives brought them their dinners, so as to look at them. They were not allowed inside, but if the men chose to eat inside they could do so, their wives waiting outside

It became apparent that the numerous shocks from the defibrillator had impacted upon the Musculusemendo in my system. The very nature of the drug was that it wrapped itself around muscle tissue and essentially artificially fed the muscle what it needed to grow and repair itself

I woke up when Sarah’s alarm started beeping. My head gave a sharp twinge as I opened my eyes. I wasn’t quite hung over, but I did feel the beginnings of a headache. Sunlight filtered through the blinds and the digital clock beside me showed that it was eight thirty

Every muscle, every cell seizes with pain. My back is arched at an inhuman angle but I don’t fall as fire continues to zip through my being. Then it’s over as quick as it began. I still stand between the two pillars, hands in the depressions

In the past, Peter_Pan has steadfastly refused to encroach on the subject of bestiality. It is a genre I personally find without any sexual merit, implicitly droll as well as being completely demeaning to the female fraternity

Your cock, hard filling me with one long stroke my hips raising to meet you, and your quiet laugh as you hold my hips down. One of your hands pinning mine down as a I struggle breifly and then submit to you..

Sexual Encounters of a Young man- 13 - with Neighbour Rupali The story is by one of my friend Montu Kumar starts around the year-2011-12, around 7-8 years back from the present time. He become friend with me during a fashion show in Delhi.. Where he was the Event Planner