1. The Incubus' Bride


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

    young brother and I are not about to become bored and exhausted up any time soon. No way! Liam Jackson walks over to us, looking all fresh and happy and jubilant. It is as if he is strutting and parading right up the high moon itself. Hmmnnnn! He is ash blond, tall, gray-eyed, with white ivory skin, and eye-marveling and enrapturing in an immaculate white slacks-suit that seems to be designed by some popular and expensive designer based somewhere here in Las Vegas. “Mr. Jackson,” Jules extends his hand first so that he can greet and welcome him. The two finally greet and embrace. Liam says lastly: “Mr. Tasse. How good it is to have you at long last here!” I prepare myself for a hand shake with the twenty-four year old blond man. A Gavin University student graduate who is now back to do his Masters at the popular and exceedingly expensive institute. “Mr. Jackson,” I smile kindly and welcomingly at him, “It seems that you are getting a bit older and younger at the same time each passing day. How do you do it? Would you mind sharing your cherished secret with me?” He leans right close toward me and hisses faintly into my ear. “The secret is to sleep with a beautiful lady who makes you feel much younger and a bit older at the same time in bed.” At that, Liam and I both laugh and giggle out. Liam is my best friend. He is the closest thing I love and see like a brother next to Jules. This night, his girlfriend, Zoey Caroline, is celebrating her birthday here at her fiancé’s place, ...
    and we have all decided to join and paint the town red along with them. There she is. Zoey Caroline. The queen and hostess of the party itself, brilliantly and wonderfully dressed and geared up in absolute and shimmering pink. Her dress reaches her feet but all thanks to the high and elevated heels that she is wearing itdoes not sweep and brush the face of the earth beneath her. Her hair, a burnished-like and glimmering darkish red, is tied up staunchly into a pony tail at her back with a glittery and feathery-bedecked ribbon. She is an angel to look at. So, so quite brilliantly amazing and drop-dead gorgeous. As she greets and speaks to us, she stands and hovers by the side of Liam, giggling and chuckling out loud like some silly and excited child that is stirred and controlled by emotions and heartfelt sensations instead of reason and intelligence. Is she ignorant really? “Have you any beautiful girl-friends coming by tonight?” I joke with her, scratching my chin and shaved moustache as I say this. She smiles at me gleefully, going on to burst and giggle up in the very end. “Of course, yes, I do have some ravishing and beautiful-most girlfriends dropping by here this night, you silly Aldrich boy. But mark this one thing: You won’t ever succeed into getting any one of them under your bed sheets. Not for this night—or for all eternity either.” “We will see about that,” I play bet-and-win with her. She glares at me instantaneously. “We shall see, lady-killer boy!” As she says ...
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