Existential Stories

Taboka lost himself in the liquid brown pools of his wife's eyes, inches above his, swiping away her tears. Their bodies bucked as one beneath the thatch, fiery fingers of African sunset piercing gaps in the mud brick walls, painting her perspiring skin copper. Tracing lines of light to her breasts, he cupped. Squeezed with each thrust, losing control at her defenceless beauty, pulsing inside her velvet furrow. Her heart...

"Action!" “Those of you who are about to die, we salute you,” they hailed from the stands.  A  large group of assailants were directed to attack him.  They charged, accompanied by the roaring of the crowd.  He parried with his shield and thrust with his sword.   “Cut!” "Scene Two!" “Now tell Messalina how juicy her cunt is and how you’d like to fuck her.” After filming, he went on a date with Messalina. He asked her, "Wha...

What's it like to be drunk under the table? Doesn't really matter how you got there. Card game or brawl, all the same, you are there! I am here to tell you, wide awake, that there is a tremendous upside, that is, upskirt! I can see, even in the darkened light, her garters and well past. I can see... Wait, she's not wearing underwear! Now what... A furry mound around one mouth while the other speaks truth above! "I know yo...

He paused, "You know it's strange, but I can't seem to remember anything at all." Robert stood in the doorway, unsure what to do, disoriented."Is that so?" said a voice from inside the room. "Yes," Robert said, frowning. "Believe it or not, for a second there I couldn't even remember my own name!" Charlotte looked around the corner at him. "I hope you haven't forgotten mine." "Charlotte! Of course." Robert laughed. "Now t...