Life in Exile

Your Turn *** He pulled her towards himself and kissed her gently on her lips. She moaned, smiled, looked up and whispered, "Your turn..." Kay leaned into him for another kiss. Her coat open, bra still pulled down and her beautiful, warm breasts pressed up against Will's sweater. He could feel her warmth as her heart beat against his. Her tongue pressed deep into his mouth and began probing... searching for his tongue. They intertwined in a heated kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Will suddenly felt her hand on his slacks, tracing the outline of his hard dick. A dark damp spot had appeared through his slacks reflecting the heat he had felt moments earlier as Kay had climaxed in an explosion of warm wetness. The aroma of her juices filled the Audi and intoxicated him. Kay's fingers stroked the slippery damp spot and flicked over the bulge of his hard member. He jumped... She moved her hand up and undid his slacks... slowly lowering the zipper. Will moaned softly

Many thanks to ChancesAre for helping me with wording and giving me some much-needed feedback. I cannot thank them enough, really. * I should've known this would become a problem for me later on. Maybe I did, and, much like any man when he is aroused, I just chose to ignore it. Having sex with a friend's mom is practically the textbook stupid porn plotline everyone makes fun of. You cannot be prepared for a conscious decision once an opportunity to do it actually presents itself. The thing about Karla was she didn't really like me. Actually, that's an understatement. She fucking despised me, and over the years I learned to despise her back. I'll spare you the bullshit about love and hate being close on the spectrum, because what we shared couldn't be further from love if we tried. I'll also spare my (let's be honest, former) friend from being named in these sordid little tales, for old times' sake. I do not know what Karla saw in me. I was not wide

That day's session marked a turning point, as I recorded for Dame Suzie. The way Pixie had treated Abby seemed to lance so many boils, and the atmosphere in the group softened, even Monica, who had seemed disappointed that Pixie had not treated Abby as harshly as she deserved, was mollified by the results. Abby became more loving with Kay, and more open to sharing with the rest of the group - and as Monica was one of the beneficiaries of Kay's talented tongue, that won her over. I thought we were on the home stretch; but as so often with Pixie, I was wrong. I had noticed, without really noticing, that Pixie would talk with the young woman who acted as the receptionist and helper for the sessions. In not noticing her, I realised that I was at one with most of the attendees - we were so pre-occupied with our own dynamics and learning experiences that, unconsciously, we excluded those outside our circle. I only became conscious that Pixie was the exception on the morning after A

A hypnotist visited our college and gave a demonstration. He showed us you can't give someone a hypnotic command to do something that they wouldn't regularly do. But you can make them think they're in a situation where they'd do something they normally wouldn't. Episode 56. Hypnotic Competition We see three young women in an apartment's bedroom. Veronica is wearing a sexy club skirt and top. Janice is wearing volleyball shorts and a halter top. Riviera is wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Veronica is talking. "I really wish you two would change your mind and come out with me. It's just more fun when we all go out together." Janice tells her. "It's been a long week, and I'm just too tired to go out." Riviera adds "maybe let us take a nap for an hour and then maybe we'll have more energy." Veronica frowns and then has an idea. "You know, this would be a good time to finally let me hypnotize you. I've done this fo

Chapter 44: "This is it, we get one shot at this," said Rain. "We make it out completely undetected and we'll be free, at least for a time." Lyra swallowed, suddenly feeling the gravity of the situation. "Just be careful not to break my invisibility okay." She activated her Skill and the group dematerialised. They slipped out of the small cave the spiral stair had emerged into and into a side passage. They passed through winding passage after winding passage until Opal suddenly elbowed Rain and pressed her finger to her lips. "Just past here is the entrance to the dungeon. Scary place for monsters, there are always loads of levelers around, lots of weak levelers especially, they like to attack in mobs, very dangerous," said Opal. "I'd be willing to bet that Inquisitor set a guard for me," said Rain "And the people after my bounty too, but it's not just a guard." "What do you mean?" "You'll see.

The land wilted before them. People fled, scattering to the winds, only to gather in small groups, whispering of their desolation. To speak too loud, they said, invoked them. Yet they had no names. No true way to be summoned, for they were mindless forces of chaos driven into naught but destruction. Those few souls who saw them perished, or became hollow versions of themselves. The others drew blade and let loose the blood of their kin, manifesting heated battles that determined nothing save who could endure the longest. The victor wore the skulls of their enemies and drank the tears of those who wept for them. So it was everywhere they went. I followed, never more than a week behind, watching the carnage. Yet as I watched them, they did nothing. Sword, bow, and scales sat emblematically, held aloft, and never used. They rode their beasts, never speaking, never acting. The world fell open before them without so much as a whimper. It was morning when I finally dared approach where the