Straton: A Short Story

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

“He wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted to her to be a virgin and not a virgin, all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets-why poetry? Why so Sad? Why the grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone-riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria. Even dancing, she danced alone-and it was aloneness that filled him with love. (O’Brien 435).”

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

The sensation of a moist tongue swirling around the indentation of his navel woke Booker from a restful sleep and groaning softly, he opened his eyes to the sight of Tom's brown hair bobbing in front of him. A lazy smile played over his lips, and he lovingly ran his fingers through the soft peaks of his lover’s mussed-up tresses. “Mmm, you should wake me up like this every morning.”

He stood, breathless, with the love of his life held between his arms, and his gaze alighted on hers, the lingering taste of her lips from the kiss upon his, and his mouth curled up into a smile. A grown man, who'd been through the hell of Afghanistan, and survived it, a man who'd also survived the destruction of his marriage, a man who could kill without compunction or remorse, nor a seconds hesitation, yet here he was, as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. And, it wasn't because of a lack of confidence in himself, or in Azairah, or that, even though he'd not made love in so long, but that he didn't want to bring back any bad memories, for her, or that he considered sex like Cole Douglas and his ilk, an act purely for the man's pleasure,

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

Shuddering with pleasure, Alma closed her eyes until he finally finished his thrusting and gasped in release. She opened them to see a pair of eyes staring at her from the woods, grinning. When she cried out, “Gabe,” he released her.

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

So engrossed was he in the music and whispered conversation that, unusually, for Kyle he missed the way her eyes scanned his lips, and the subsequent kissed surprised him. The first he knew was when he felt her soft, warm lips pressed against his, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he just allowed it, without responding, then, he returned in kind. A soft, unurgent melding of their lips against each others, before she pulled away, and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but one of encouragement, and understanding. "See, I told you, you

The hand described the thoughts of a newly wedded young woman’s thoughts as she lay down next to her husband that she barely knew. At first, she was pleased

She sank to her knees and crawled underneath the table. The frustration was building but she pushed it down and ignored it. Her life was a lot better and more enjoyable if she just ignored it. Stef started with her father, crawling to him and unbuttoning his slacks. She took his cock out and gave the head a small kitten lick. The father smiled and placed a hand on her head, encouraging her to do more. She grumbled quietly to herself before wrapping her lips around him, taking in as much of him as she could. Her mouth stretched and her jaw ached a little as she began to bob her head. Her father’s hand tangled itself

The time I had an accident,I remember this, as I can still see the mark of the Stiches I had to take. I was around two year old, was at home my mother was busy with the household chores, It so happened that I was Playing on the bed, and there was a Sharp Wooden Structure, I bent forward to lift something, not noticing the sharp wooden object, and it cut my forehead, there was a lot of bleeding as the cut was very deep. My mother rushed me to a local doctor, But he was helpless as I was loosing a lot of blood, so he asked he to take me to a near by hospital.I was almost unconscious when I reached the hospital. The doctor Stiches up the wound the bleeding stopped and I regained Consciousness after a couple of hours. The stiches still remain,

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Staithes was riding home from the mill. Two would-be assassins hid in a stand of small trees near the bridle path across open ground when Staithes’ horse was thirty feet from the hide. The shooter aimed and missed taking a notch out of his horse’s ear and startling it into a gallop. He had no time to reload before his target was out of range and his was the only pistol. They made themselves scarce. Staithes’ blood pressure went beyond anger and remained there long after he had reached Outcote Hall. As he dismounted he said, “So that’s how they want to play the game!” The ostler knew he was not addressing him because he never spoke to him except with grunts to acknowledge his greeting or being told his mount was ready for the day. Staithes suspected

Stirring, Serena instantly noticed something was wrong; something felt different She could not feel his strong muscly arms over her lover around her, she could not even feel the warmth of his body near her and it left feeling a little discontent. She fully remembered being half-awake and his warm body pressing against her back as his arms wrapped around her; embracing her tightly upon returning from his late shift. She recalled mumbles words of love, and his sudden snoring soon after he drifted off to sleep.