I'm home, waiting for you to walk in the door. You're a belly dancer at a local club. You come in the door, crying and I can't see what you're crying about. You're still in your skimpy tummy-showing belly dancing outfit. When, you uncover your navel - and show me the dagger that's inside your navel. You cry helplessly as I see your tummy shuddering - and yo...
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A few hours at least pass before you mentally compose yourself. The liquids of the creature have been mostly washed from your body by the stream. You hurt all over. Your neck is bruised and your uterus is still radiating pain. You have... closed... somewhat since the violation, but you bite back as sob as you look at your deformed flower. The ravaging has de...
I loved feeling Don's tongue against my pussy. He would gently stroke my clit with it, then run it along the length of my hairless slit, hard, like his cock did just before it penetrated me. The tip of his tongue would tease its way into my inner folds, then back to my clit again, and he'd turn gentle again, teasing, coaxing my trembling body ever closer to...
The bathroom was dark, save for the few thick red candles that cast a ruddy glow over the normally bright tile. Sultry beats poured from the speakers, filling the entire house with an eastern rhythm that sounded of heat and spice. A scented fog rolled through the room, the steam of the shower adding a humid depth to the air. A figure moved against the cool t...
My greatest fantasy is to find a woman who wants me as much as I want her and then to greet her as she comes home after a long day. My kisses touch her neck and drift around to her lips where I fuck her mouth with my tongue while my hands stroke her back and pull the fabric of her blouse out of her jeans. My right hand deftly unsnaps the clasp of her bra and...
Part 2 - Monday Morning Your heart was racing. You'd checked the connection times and given yourself a half hour, but the train was late. And now you were sitting there rocking with the subtle motion of the carriage on the tracks, minutes away from 8 am, almost at your stop. Nothing to do but wait as your mind flashed back to your interview last week. You...
Audra scrunched her hand around her ropes of golden brown hair. They traversed the length of her long, silky strands holding onto each other thanks to the water's effect. From her scalp to the blades of her shoulders, her tiny white hands cooperated to massage the peach-scented gel into her mop. She ran her fingers through her oaky tresses one last time be...
Sandra and Jeanette paused in stunned silence. They had not even been sure that they could conceive, but this was confirmation, Sandra was indeed fertile. Very fertile. "We're going to have a baby!" Jeanette gasped, barely audibly, "Oh God, Sand! You're inside me!" She stood up and taking Sandra's hand placed it in her own stomach, pressing it into herself...
The sour creature – small faced, obscene body, hairless – lay next to me with its erect penis pointing toward my mouth. I took it deep and the grey thing's body got tense, and its skin, this thin layer of skin that smelled damp – it got tense. His dick was small and it was easy to take, but a bit too hard, with no head. Human cock is always topped off with a...