short-story
Whenever I think of Tom Ford I think of asparagus. Go to the dictionary. Look up Hunk: Ford, Thomas Carlyle, “Tom”: (bootylicious, doe-eyed, suave,...
What is it about perfectly positioned rope and exquisitely tied knots that is so appealing? If executed correctly the design and placement can be...
ghost stories: eerie, bleak — yet exciting As a writer, I like to think there’s more to eroticism than just descriptions of sexual activity. Sure, there...
Tuxedo trousers bursting at eye level. This was the best seat in the house. Exactly where she wanted to be… Her red satin backless dress...
PostImage Tonight I tell Richard no stories, I tell him not one little lie, I never blow a kiss on the wind, and I never say goodbye. Tonight...
I love a good party. I love to look in my closet filled with beautiful outfits of black and red and cream, so pretty...
"Okay. I need you to lie on your back, spread yourself like an eagle, and stay very still." I do as Gigi instructs and watch...
The chime on the door rang and I looked up from the pile of donated furs I was sorting. Summer is a quiet time...
By Viliman Viliman Maya stared at the glistening cool object at the verge of her hot wet pussy, wondering how she’d ended up doing this....
Photo credit Oui. And that is the extent of my conversational French, although I can sing along to Lady Marmalade. However that doesn’t count,...
