1. The Incubus' Bride


    Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    for-the-predominantly-rich partying up. “I’m a bit tad jealous of you, fine-most looking brother,” Jules confesses up to me neatly and accordingly. I am wondering. Could he be jealous really? Or is he just inventing and making this up? I look and study our reflections in the huge, tall mirror. We are both fine looking and attractive tonight. I don’t think that anyone of us is more dishy and sexy than the other one might be. No! That’s quite absurd and dumb and unrealistic to think as realism. Having winked at him kindly and benevolently, I proceed on to say my, “Goodbye,” to Evette who is still relaxed and calmed down on our bed, leering and scanning through her ‘Women’ magazine and that ‘Pretty Woman’ Face of Julia Roberts greets and hypnotizes me once again. Oh darn! What could this be meaning exactly? Am I infatuated with her? That’s what it seems like Evette glances and runs an eye at me seriously and sober-faced. “You look angelic,” she opens up to me finally and eventually. I smile back at her kindly and affectionately. “Well, thanks for the acknowledgment. I really do appreciate it.” “Really?” “As in what?” “I don’t know. I am just saying because there is this particular blank and morbid expression on you. I am just hoping that you really mean what you do say, Aldrich.” I go on to kiss her on the check, kindly and amiably. She bends her face opposite my direction as I draw near her so that she has her cheek and skin faces me right straight. Good thing on my part. ...
    Planting a sweetly and honeyed-like kiss on her cheek proves to be as much less trouble and shooting pain as it is for her on the other hand. After I am done with the kissing, I leave her lying still and effortlessly down that goddamn giant bed of mine as she reads and peruses her ‘Women’ magazine much to her own feminine enjoyment and delight. As I was kissing her, I had sure drawn close enough to her to make out the following article that she had been pondering and cogitating to herself quietly still: WHY HE WANTS SEX FROM YOU SO BAD LIKE A FREAK OF A GENTLEMAN THAT HE REALLY IS. I wonder. Why do women always want to know everything about us men and our behavior and thinking and our whatever? Why exactly? We on the hand—we don’t hassle or bother or agonize to get into their pants—sorry, minds— that much. We are comfortable with who we are, what we do, and what our other creatures and love mates are as well. But for the ladies, it is all a very different story, trust me! Once in the car, all ready to go and prepared up, Jules looks straight and direct at me before he observes, “What happened? You seem a little bit tad shaken and not so yourself. Did you have any After Sex fight, huh? With her—Evette?” “No.” I start the engine and steer the car away from my house sited and laid down deep in some nameless and not-any-highly-populated forest. The house is so grand and big itself. It is a property of the Tasse family and if it is to be sold on the modern-day market it would without ...
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