The planet was dying; very near a final, cataclysmic death. Its sun had been flaring for centuries and the planets surface had been far too hot for life for the same centuries. All life was underground, sustained artificially. Scientists were well aware that when the sun made its final flare-up before collapsing, the planet would be obliterated and that the end was near. A fleet of small starships was created.

"Definitely the best yet - the way your pussy milks my cock is amazing and coupled with the friction and tightness of your cunt... Well what can I say Bloody fantastic!" Shona smiles seductively "Good! You can do that to me anytime." We finish up in the bathroom and retreat to Shonas bedroom pausing to pick up our clothes on route. I notice the time, : we had been going at it for three hours and I had a feeling we werent finished yet. When we get to the bedroom Shona spreads a bath sheet on the bed, hands me a bottle of baby oil, lies back her legs wide apart giving me the most superb view of her puss and says "Give me a massage Jim.

Eves eager vagina had accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of Mikes trammelling penis, and she began to move up and down freely, establishing a yo-yo like rhythm. Mikes palpitating cock seemed to expand even more inside her and she responded with a gentle tentative flexing of her practised inner muscle which seemed to excite him to even greater lust. His hands shot up eagerly and enfolded the enticing orbs of her breasts in his palms, and they rubbed and caressed her throbbing flesh, sending chill after

I have wanted to suck my best friends cock for a long time. We used to live together in this condominium for years. For the first years their we lived with this kid named Jarred. Jarred was cool. I actually met my best friend through this guy. I had worked at the same place as him and he knew I needed a place to stay so he offered for me to meet his friend Jack.

I lay in bed and watched you dress. Our afternoon together in my hotel room was unbelievable! Each time we made love was better the time before and every time you took me inside you -- in your pussy and in your mouth -- I thought that I would die of ecstasy. I loved everything about the experience -- your taste, your smell, the feel of your naked skin against mine, the feel of you on

Below, when it suits me, I shall write what I know to be true in the third person, omniscient voice. I, of course, usually prefer the first person as it privileges my own voice. But as Master, I assume Melia and know her thoughts and being. Sometimes the third person can say more about ownership than any other because of its omniscience. Victor ------------------------ Melia woke out of her fitful sleep.

Dimitri sighed against as he watched Madi sleep. He had woken in the middle of the night, the white moonlight shining through the window lighting her upper body in slats. A hand smoothed back her hair before he leaned down to press his lips to her cheek. She stirred slightly, eyes opening half way as she rolled bit, her lips brushing against his own. He grinned, pressing his lips against hers once more, surprised to feel

Jake was just about finished installing the new hot water heater for Mrs. Drake, as the old one had been leaking like a sieve and must have cost a fortune to run. Jake lit the pilot light and waited for the familiar whoosh that came when the burner fired up while Mrs. Drake leaned around the corner and asked if everything was O.K. "No problem Maam, all finished," Jake said, as he wiped his hand with an old rag hanging from his tool belt, "Ill be upstairs in a minute!" After gathering up all of his tools, Jake headed out to the truck to make out the bill.

My name is Mike a made up story or is it real Im years old and in year in high school. One of my faverite past times is the internet. I love the chat rooms. I was in thestudy chatroom one afternoon. I was trying to get some help for a school project. I started chatting to a lady. She was very helpfull with my project. She asked me "I see you have a web cam on your computer, please turn it on so I can see the face of the person Im

Part I started to ask her if she really wanted to go. Her answer was "yes", before I even finished the question. She freely admitted that she was an addict. Her previous means of satisfying the need had been running her ragged. She tried to take care of it during her lunch hour, but there was never enough time to get as much as she felt she wanted needed?. She found herself making multiple appointments, and it just wasnt working. "They always want to talk...either before or after...and I dont have that kind of time. Frankly, I dont even WANT to talk to them.