As Desrius circled his opponent, the last man in the raid party that had earlier attacked his village he thought of how sweet it will be to slide his blade between the mans ribs.

Just then the raider lunged with his sword narrowly missing Desrius who deftly moved to the left and with his left hand brought the mans arm down exposing his neck. Desrius plunged his knife into the mans neck and with an explosion of blood the man was dead in an instant.

Desrius mused to himself “ribs neck what’s the difference”.

“You need to learn your anatomy then” came a voice sweet and off in the distance.

Desrius turned to look upon his fellow soldier and lover Emma. Her thin curvy frame accentuated by the sword at her hip.

“Perhaps you can teach me then” Desrius roared in laughter

“First we drink after the long ride home to Riverage. Then we celebrate” she winked at him and gave him a slap on the rear.

After a night of drinking and retelling the story of the successful attack on the raiders the men were rowdy and the women squirmed in their chairs hoping for the chance to go to bed with Desrius and even Emma. Read more »

I woke up one night. It happens randomly after a twitchy dream or if I drink too much during the night. Alas, this night… well, one could say I woke up for a *very* different reason. It was dark, and I couldn’t see at first, but I felt much more going on than usual. Quickly I noticed that my dick was out and that it was more awake than me. The wet state of my cock implied that someone’s tongue licked it recently. I heard a girl breathing softly before I noticed the shape resting on my legs. Nipples rubbed over my knees while I noted that whoever it was waking me up at midnight was not wearing a top or even a bra.

“Am I dreaming?” I asked, confident that I already knew the answer that would come. But I’ve been tricked before.

“No. But I must be a fool to be here.” Even though my eyes were still adjusting, I could understand Kikia’s voice clear as a bell. She and I had slept together before, but I wasn’t expecting her that evening. I barely heard her mouth open before her tongue washed over the tip of my penis once more. Read more »

They were lovers, devoted to each other’s needs, wants, safety; devoted to each other’s everything. The depth of what they felt for one another was rarely understood by those that knew them and would be harder still for those who simply passed by on the street. It was as if they were one, split into two people, two hearts, to find each other and reconnect over and over again.

The only sadness in their relationship was born from the miles that separated them. Most days those miles and hours of difference felt like oceans of water turning them into their own lonely islands. She’d share a picture of herself and he’d wish to reach out and graze her cheek, pass his fingers through her hair. He’d tell her how he wished to kiss and hold her and she’d imagine his moist lips meeting hers and his strong arms enveloping her. They’d talk endlessly via messages getting lost in the text and speak over the phone as time allowed. They both, simply closed their eyes as they talked, seeing the other just in front of them, close enough to reach out and touch and yet as quick as their eyes opened again the image of their loved one faded away. Read more »