Just one Line.

Marielle untied the robe and let is slip off her shoulders onto the carpet. Standing naked and unbothered in the warm room, she took a minute to twist her long blonde hair into a bun that she secured atop her head with a stretchy binder she'd left on her wrist for the purpose. She then knelt down at the edge of the mattress and crawled forward to the right place, then lay down to wriggle for a minute until she felt it a good position for the massage.

There was silence aside from the soft crackle of the candle wicks burning.

"I am ready," Marielle said, "in case you were unsure."

"Sorry about that," Regina said, "I was having a brief conversation with God. I'll try not to let Him distract me any further."
 
No mountain meadow after a good rain smelled so good, no forest floor, no food ever prepared, was as intoxicating as the smell of a Barb aroused.
 
From my WIWAW: My First Year, that I'm about to submit:

But it was a heavy story, with some dark parts and some hard emotions in it. I needed something lighter, fluffier to cleanse my mental palette. What better than a mourning widower? Sometimes I don’t get my own head.
 
Found this after the Male Centric thread got bumped back up. From my Pink Orchid entry and discussing porn.

"The point is, the women are serving the men. No, not in a pure dominant sense but in the way that women should just melt and put out for them. Most porn is designed for the guy watching to say "Look at that guy, he's the man and look at that horny slut!"
 
From The Working Girl, a story I just put in the queue.

"I don’t know if Zari has a deeper meaning in some world language, but if it does, it probably means fuck around and find out. Zari’s a big girl, and it’s all muscle."
I really enjoy this because I have a black-furred minotauress named Zarina*, who goes by Zari, in my gigantic list of anthros. She's also a big girl, very FAFO. Great minds! ;)😁
 
His mouth did its ritual perambulation of my groin hair triangle, little kisses to all the uneven edges as he went around clockwise, like some Buddhist pilgrim performing a ritual around a temple or holy site.
 
I'm working on a new series (genre: humor) the first installment titled The God Blog – Chapter 3,254,783,283,987 of Infinity: God in Crisis - God is blogging and has hit a "mid-infinity crisis" and is going to get a job! Here's an excerpt...

I’m not here to over-engineer your every decision or action or inaction, that is not who God is. I mean, I will be judging you on your – you know – every decision, action or, um, failure to act, but that is way down the road, so just – just relax and have fun with it!
 
The black, silky nylon slides down her calf, over her ankle, until she pulls it free with a snap and to my surprise, around her calf is a tattoo of a map of Mordor.

Somewhere, deep in my mind it registers that she must be a fucking Lord of the Rings fan…nevertheless my attention is quickly drawn back to her repeating the motion with the other stocking, rolling them both into a crumpled pair and dropping them squarely into my lap.
 
I used to think no matter how many times I got knocked down I'd always get back up and say bring it on. Now I'm thinking the next time I'll just lay there and think, you know, it's kind of comfortable down here, think I'll just call it a day.
 
The black, silky nylon slides down her calf, over her ankle, until she pulls it free with a snap and to my surprise, around her calf is a tattoo of a map of Mordor.

Somewhere, deep in my mind it registers that she must be a fucking Lord of the Rings fan…nevertheless my attention is quickly drawn back to her repeating the motion with the other stocking, rolling them both into a crumpled pair and dropping them squarely into my lap.
Yes, yes, but what's on her other calf? Gondor?
 
“I have brown, demerara, and caster,” I said. “And pure icing sugar, not that cornstarch rubbish.”

He looked mystified, and too late I remembered that this was an in-joke with my cameras that he wasn’t part of.

“In case you want to borrow a cup,” I said, blood rushing to my face. “You look like you know your way around a kitchen. Just thought I’d let you know.”

(from a work in progress)
 
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