All By Herself

All By Herself by Kilted Wookie Emma’s hands glide over her soft skin. She moans, softly, as she cups her breasts and begins to caress them. Her nipples stiffen, and Emma closes her eyes; murmuring in dreamy contentment as she teases them; pinching and tugging them gently before allowing her hands to travel. Tentatively, Emma slides a... Continue Reading →

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The Contradiction

The Contradiction by Kilted Wookie The silver flecks in the stubble on his chin and in his short, dark brown hair gave him a slightly weathered look. There were lines around his eyes that spoke more of sadness than of laughter as they looked out from beneath a furrowed brow. They were kind, brown eyes,... Continue Reading →

Date Night

Date Night by Kilted Wookie We make our separate ways to the hotel and meet in the bar. Light-hearted chat over drinks as we wait for our table. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the ambiance of the surroundings, maybe it's the result of the prolonged exchange of increasingly explicit messages that have been sent... Continue Reading →

Waiting

Waiting by Kilted Wookie Sometimes it seems like ages pass, waiting there, alone in bed. What you want most of all is to feel the warmth of your lover's body next to you, holding you close, sharing their body heat with you. Seconds pass, then minutes. You count your heartbeats as you wait; anticipation mixed... Continue Reading →

Blank Canvas

Blank Canvas by Kilted Wookie The skin of her naked backside; pale and smooth; a blank canvas worthy of a masterpiece. But how to mark it? What tool to choose leave an imprint on that unblemished flesh? The hand: the familiar sound of skin striking skin. Feeling the surface warm as the skin reddens in... Continue Reading →

Unseen

Unseen by Kilted Wookie She couldn't see. The blindfold over her eyes shrouded her in darkness; sharpening her other senses, heightening her arousal. Three pairs of hands explored her body. Two pairs, she was certain, were male; one of which she recognised as His by the sure way they touched her. The third pair were... Continue Reading →

Sounds

Sounds by Kilted Wookie The book clattered to the floor. A soft moan escaped from between her lips. The sound of her fingers slipping into the wet, tight confines of her cunt as she urgently fingered herself was all she could hear. The pressure built inside her, slowly but steadily; drawing her ever closer to... Continue Reading →

Unintended

Unintended by Kilted Wookie Just friends. That's what they'd agreed. That what they had always said. Just friends. Nothing more. And yet here she was, curled up naked beside him, her body still aching pleasantly from the intense orgasms he had driven her to, the essence of his maleness still warm in her cunt. It... Continue Reading →

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