The color of his eyes was a muted hazel sometimes brown and sometimes green. Right now they were a vivid, almost contrived green, something the colored contact manufacturers would love to have in their product cases. "Hi. Its been a long time." His voice was pure butter soft, warm, and melty and it was all she could do not to blush at the mere sound of it. "Yeah, it sure has." Oh hell, where was her famous vocabulary now? All he had to do was say a simple sentence, and it was all she could do not

As I lay there on the bunk, the world a distant thing, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as I stared at the wall beside me. Sometimes, when it was quiet, like now, and dark, I could still see it before me: the court room, the judge with his wig staring down at me with hatred in his eyes, the guards glaring at me and placing a hand near their batons, the crowds eyes all on me, and in each one the anger was painfully clear to me. I had wanted to scream out: I didnt do it! This is all a mistake! But it hadnt come out. I already knew my fate was sealed. And I had gotten so used to people believing me guilty that I had forgotten whether I was or not.

This one goes out to all the insomniacs out there: I am one of them, and at this very moment I am writing this at in the morning, because of this terrible habit. It was one of those nights. Those of you who are reading this who are insomniacs know what Im talking about. For those of you who are not, count yourself lucky. It was one of those nights when the line between the real and the unreal seems to blur, even disappear entirely. One of those nights when you could have sworn there were flowers on those curtains, but tonight

The sound of rain heavy dark compelling. A woman stands at the long bank of floor to ceiling windows - rivulets of heavy prisms dance against the expanse of thick glass. The city - alive and glowing - shines in throbbing bursts through the rain. The electric pulse of a million hearts sprawls in decadent splendor thirty stories below. The penthouse. Cool modern excess in a world of overindulgence and narcissism. Everything is for sale, even the slender blonde gazing pensively into the rain swept sky. A phone call taken by a hard soul - a bargain struck arrangements made. Thunder.

I finally opened the door, wondering why all the lights were out. Natalie shouldve been home. "Nat? You there?" I called out. No reply came. I made first towards the bedroom, and was surprised by what I saw there. As I pushed open the door, I saw my wife, Natalie, and Amanda, the women who we had had a threesome with just a week ago.

I was lucky to be married to the greatest woman on the Earth At least, in my opinion, Natalie. She was beautiful, no doubt about it; silky black hair that reached halfway down her back, brilliant green eyes, medium-sized and perfectly shaped breasts, and a slim figure. But her looks were not the best part about her. At the start of our relationship, she had been so sweet, so innocent. It was on our honeymoon when I was , and she that I discovered a completely different side to her: the side of her that screamed out for sexual release. I have never met, and doubt that there is, a more sexually inventive, open, and

Donna moaned as he slid the dildo further into her ass. She craned her neck to peer over her left shoulder into the full length mirror positioned on the back of her bedroom door. The sight left her breathless with lust as she watched Georges big hand grasp the base of the dildo and give it a slight twist. The dildo was full sizedabout an inch and a half wide and a full seven inches long.

Believe it or not, I fuck celebrities for a living. My name is Michael. Im a year old bloke, bisexual, who has the best job in the world. Yes, you heard right. I fuck celebrities. You see, it all began when I met this rich guy. And I mean FUCKING rich. This man could probably buy most of the countries in the world. For securitys purpose, I cannot tell you his name, so we shall call him Mr. Smith. Mr.

Natalie and myself have been married for a bit over a month now. And I must say, its been great. I have explored her sexual nature now, and I realise just how much she meant it when she said she would try literally anything. I have already fulfilled one of my fantasies to be controlled and dominated by a woman and I already have to plans to fulfil many more. This is the story of one of those fantasies.

A single shaft of waning moonlight picked out the tangle of sweaty limbs. A warm, masculine hand cupped the sweet curve of feminine breast, and slick thighs pressed to equally slick groins. Their sated breaths mingled and filled the air with a slow and sultry rhythm. They were simply beautiful in their expression of love and lust. Low, murmuring voices spoke of dreams and desires as fingers explored - almost casually.