Excerpt 6
i couldn't help but moan, my hands gripping the sink feeling the cold steel underneath my palms as i leaned into a body that was so much more than mine, definitely masculine. strong hands moved their way over my hips and underneath my shirt just to tease by touching my belly. and then fingers just brushed up against the underside of my left breast only to slowly move their way down. I gasp loudly, breath becoming more panicked with excitement as i feel a warm mouth on my neck, gently biting and sucking. i felt myself tighten, and juices flow down my legs as i leaned back against that body, head moving up to nuzzle the mouth against my skin.
the mouth moved, i knew i'd have a nice mark later from the teeth that gripped my neck, but i liked the feeling. it scared me at how much i liked it only making the adrenaline pump into my system more as my hands continued to grip at the sink. a strong left hand moved down covering my crotch through the flannel pants only to make a hooking motion to dig in. feeling at how much the wetness seeped through the material only to have the right hand's fingers grip around my nipple harshly and roughly pull.
May 5, 2012, 6:48 pm
"ANN'S AFFLICTIONS!"
Part 8.
I didn't find out anything more for quite a while. I wondered all about it though. What had really gone on? What had they done to her?
Mom had a computer in her room. I wondered if I could find out anything by looking at her essays and stuff on her PC. One weekend when she was working, I was in alone. I decided to have a look. There wasn't much to be seen in her essays. They were about the use of torture and interrogation in that country, written objectively and quite professionally. I went to her browser and looked at the history. Yes, she had been doing
April 22, 2012, 6:48 pm
This was written in 2008. Please PM me for constructive criticism! General comments here. This excerpt contains homosexual scenes.
Fuck, not today. Tiyana thought as she struggled to stand up. Her lazy eyes diverted to Mr. Fenoli, who happened to be wearing a black leather vest and matching pants. There was something in his right hand, but Tiyana couldn’t make out what it was; she hoped that Mr. Fenoli wouldn’t make her go on the cross again.
“Undress.” One simple word flowed out of his mouth and it was the one word that Tiyana feared but had to get accustomed to. Discarding her sh
April 21, 2012, 1:48 pm
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This story contains scenes are that are obscene and pornographic in nature
Themes in this story include strip clubs, prostitution, and
All characters,places and circumstances depicted in this story are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people (save for Tiyana, which is based after me) or places is completely coincidental.
This excerpt does NOT have sex in it.
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“Tiyana, could you please show this gentleman to room 14?” Tiyana gritt
December 18, 2011, 10:48 am
]Once he figured it out, he had Mark stand behind me again with both of us facing the camera. Bob then untied the front of my robe. I gave him a look because he knew I wasn't wearing anything underneath, but again, he just ignored the look. He didn't open it up all the way to reveal anything, but enough so that it was open to below my belly button and showed all the skin between my breasts just barely concealing my nipples. I have very firm, small breasts and when I looked down, I could clearly see them. Bob then positioned Mark's hands on the bare skin of my belly clenched tightly so that the
June 27, 2011, 12:48 am
[Chapter One of "1973: The Summer of Cock," a novel in progress by Everett Marx.]
My friend Hank and I cut school one spring afternoon and drove to the waterfall for diving and a few beers. We’d been diving awhile when a small motorboat eased close and two older guys—not *old* just older, college age, one with a full beard—asked us if we’d care for a ride.
We said sure and rode around the lake sipping beer in the sunshine. The driver drove, keeping his back to us. The other one sat facing us on whatever that thing is in the middle of small boats. (I’m a landlubber, despite being born n
