Archive | 21.02.2010
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There's a glass of water by the bed and as I sip out of it, I hold the last drink in my mouth without swallowing. As you lay on your back, I crawl on top of you and pull your nipple into my mouth, swirling my cold wet tongue around it. Opening my mouth a little, I allow drops to leak onto your chest, dripping down your sides. I trail my lips down your stomach, letting water out of my mouth slowly, watching it all pool into your bellybutton. This is so cold against your skin, you're writhing in the ... more
- My New Home
"Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story."
The car, a long black limousine, had met my train in town. I barely had time to marvel at the quaintness of the small European village before the chauffeur had collected my bags and hastily trundled them out to the car, stowing them in the boot ... trunk, to an unknowing ... more