Michael
Stream - Author
My stories reflect my desires - this is the strange dark world inside
me that rarely sees the light of day. Here's the sort of things
you'll find:
- Dominant, agressive woman. As I said in my main page, I
believe woman are superior to men, and I love woman that take what they
want. Woman should be free to manipulate men, ridicule them, and
in general use men for their own selfish pleasures.
- Sex to me must involve power. This could be the slow
wearing away of a man's soul by a patient, determined wife. Or it could
be the power of a more dominant man over a less dominant one. I
find interracial sex very hot - to me it's almost unbearably erotic to
see a black man have sex with a white woman.
- Since I like long-term intimate relationships that are one-sided
in terms of power, I like the idea of women that play around while
married. This could be a "hot-wife" who enjoys anonymous sex with
strangers, with her husbands approval. Or it could be a
"cuckold-wife" - one who takes other lovers on a regular basis, and
rubs her husbands nose in it.
Free Stories
How would your marriage survive the visit of a handsome young stranger
to your home? Just how satisfied is your wife? Are you really
trying your best to please her? Read Bush
Drums and find out!
Stories to Buy
Here's an excerpt from my new story, "Nothing Less Than Everything,"
now available at Extasy
Books
"All night long it was like that.
He'd had hundreds, maybe thousands of women, yet he gave you the
special feeling that you were the best. You were special.
You don't know how many
times the two of you made love, because it wasn't a series of separate
events.
No, it was a long evening of bliss, a long, magical evening beneath him
while
he drove himself into you like a demon until he spent himself.
You'd
feel him spasm, and he'd lay there, softening but still inside you,
gulping
air. You caressed him, you kissed him. You told him what a
wonderful,
what a special man he was. Until at the end of the evening it was
you
that learned the secrets to his heart. It was you that knew where
he
needed to be touched, and how soft the caress of your fingers should
be,
because you could make that thing of his start to grow inside you all
over
again. And it was you that was saying things that would bring him
back
alive for you again. . ."
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