As Ezekiel opened the door, Ebony was amazed at the site of the room. The was very large with a wall staked with large books on each side. Leather furniture was sat up against the walls as only a fireplace lit the room. The fireplace was the largest she had ever seen.
“Want to have a drink or, go up stairs or what?” “Um a drink then stairs.” “Ok” pours him a glass of wine and pours me some too, “well we can take the drinks upstairs” “Your eager” he laughed, with the softest and kindness laugh I’ve ever heard come from him.
I’m not sure the last time I posted this story because I haven’t posted in a while. So, I think I will just post the whole thing. So, here it is… Shadows of the Dark As my life passed me by, I have always felt the need to love. Its ups and downs took me… Continue reading Shadows of the Dark
I can see your head, hanging; tied with chains and leather on your hands and feet. I just remember how I got you there. It felt so good while I tortured you. You were so beautiful. Your gorgeous light brown hair, Your hands, so delicate, innocent. Those deep eyes I stared at every time I… Continue reading Forever Perfect
This is DeamOn, at last. I’ve written a lot more in my world than I ever have before. This is the lastest. I wasn’t sure the last time I posted so, I didn’t know where I left off. Mind the few errors, I haven’t had the chance to edit it fully. Hope you like it.… Continue reading Shadows of the Dark
As I sit here reading all these Erotic stories I get all hot. I squirm and wiggle in my chair. These stories are really turning me on.
As my life passed me by, I have always felt the need to love. Its ups and downs took me by surprise as I see others love and loose. Never once have I discovered it as a human being.
This time the dream comes slowly, seeping and oozing into my mind. My eyes closing, weights pushing against the lids. My energy is slowly being washed away into the blackness. Little clawed fingers painfully caress my brain, lulling it into submission and as I give in my last touch of feeling is a throbbing, reminder… Continue reading Dream 2
It courses through my viens more freely than my own blood. This anger is insane, it eats away at me, from my insides out. I hate what its doing to me, I hate how its rotting my mind, how its hardening my heart and killing my soul. When I think of things I start to… Continue reading Insane Anger
When you cross into the bubble, it makes life seem so boring, and yet it offers a blanket of fearlessness for what is ahead.