Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,
Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;
Say, 'God is angry, and I earned it well'-
George MacDonald, Punishment
"Let us begin." The cool slick blob of lube running into the crack of her upturned backside caused her to...
The darkness was his accomplice, as he crept towards her open window. Stealth and shadow were intimate companions, and soon they would share the bounty of their cooperation. He new the layout of the house, but more importantly, he knew HER. So sweet and vulnerable, and all...
Fearful lover remain strong
As you watch your bird fly away
You may well trust his wings
For you taught him to fly this way
She had been dreaming. It was something unknown, as if fantasy and a nightmare had blurred to spawn some new erotic terror from which she was helpless...