Curran was about nineteen when the war finally broke. He had seen the horror of death and destruction. He had seen the horrors of rape. He had seen much. He had holed up in a crumbled remnant of a university he could no longer remember. He knew he was safe. The soldiers had long ago abandoned this playground. He was alone. His father having passed away when he was five, his mother strangled to death by

Dawn found her staring into the Hudson, curled up on a concrete wall with her arms wrapped around her knees. If it was still cold, she didnt feel it. She watched the brooding river slide past, watching the flotsam that swirled in eddies left by passing watercraft. A pigeon pecked at something by her foot, and she turned her head, nudging it away with her toe.

Whap! The thin sapling came down on the young womans bare ass, breaking the skin and letting little bits of bark fly. My Master stood over her, regal and relishing his control of the situation. Bigger-than-life, for sure. I wiggled my fingers in her cunt, and noticed that there was a pattern. With each stroke of the sapling, her pussy swelled a little more and gushed into my hand.

He had taken her on her desk. The staff was gone and the doors were locked and the lights were out. No one would have know that anyone was there. He had slipped in and surprised her. His fire was contagious and before either of them realized the passion of their lips and spread through them both. There were other options, but it seemed that the desk was the most erotic.

I must be going insane. There is no other reasonable explanation. Every time I closed my eyes he was there. Standing in the recesses of my thoughts, waiting for me. What could I do? I wanted him to be there, and I didnt want him to be there. I no longer finished my assignments with precision. It would take hours to do what used to take just minutes. I was forgetting to fix meals.

Im thinking about you tonight and what I want to give you for your birthday. I have the perfect gift in mind. Ill get the room ready with candles and a few bottles of your favorite. Im waiting for you in a red silk kimono. Im already so hot for you, Im sweating. Your knock on the door excites me, and I tie the kimono loosely, reminding myself that its your evening. When I open the door, you look so hot, I can barely keep my hands off of you.

The last streaks of daylight splash across the sky as we enter the room, each from a different part of the house, from a different part of our lives. The basic pleasantries pass between us as we begin to remove our clothes for the end of the day. Loosening my tie, I turn to speak, and find myself staring, entranced as your dress slips from your shoulders, exposing your soft, alabaster skin. My tongue falters as I follow its slow descent lower, and the curve

Authors note: This story is entirely fiction, and crafted to fit the guidelines of the site, with hope. I do not know if my style of writing is enjoyable to many or any of you. So, this first chapter, contains no sex, but, if you enjoy it, and want me to continue with the story, please comment accordingly. If not, thats cool too. I may continue anyway :. Just trying something out here. I have never been unfaithful to my wife. The thought of being unfaithful was foreign to me. Marriage meant Id found the one. A woman beautiful enough to still a previously roaming eye. A woman intelligent enough to challenge me. A woman sexual enough to satiate rather robust appetites.

She was , she was small for her age, she was beautiful, and she was a flirting and sexual little thing. I always watched her as she moved her hips while walking past me, teasing me with a smile on her pretty little face. Her Mother had taught her how to attract the opposite sex and she was a fast learner. She always went to bed with only a small nightshirt on and no panties. It was common for her to come jump into my lap at night and snuggle up close before bedtime.

Her cunt was stretched beyond any limit it had been before. The dogs knot had at last been pushed into her, past her tight lips and beyond the muscle of her opening. The slightest movement of either her or the dog sent new waves of pleasurable thrill through her system and made sure she climaxed over and over. The dog heaved on last time and, if it was at all possible, shoved the huge purple weapon further into her and