I was staying for three days with my Army buddy, we had been transferred from Iraq to Fort Bragg where he got leave to move his new bride to our post. I say new bride because even though they had been married almost a year, most of that time he was in Iraq. I went with Walt to move her and their stuff to their new home. The apartment she was in was a small single bedroom so I had to sleep on the couch until we packed their furniture and stuff in a trailer. When Walt introduced me to his wife Shelly I was smitten. Tall, long brunette hair that fell almost to her butt, beautiful gold flecked brown eyes, an angles face, and legs that went from the floor half way to heaven. As he held and kissed her for the first time in months I could only stare at her back, ass and legs. As they clutched his hand dropped to her tight round ass which was rocking with anticipation of the coming night. I sat on a chair and watched my friend and his wife almost screw each other standing in the front room of the apartment. They finally broke the erotic embrace and turned their attention to me. Walt asked Shelly, “What is he going to do while we get caught up in there” he nodded toward the back of the house. “I thought maybe Missy could show him the town and maybe a good time.” Walt thought for a few moments then replied “Your sister? She's not old enough to go to bars yet.” “She's old enough to fuck his balls off though, and I bet he doesn't need to get drunk to appreciate a pretty piece of 19 year …
my first man in USA
my first step in USA was with dream of meeting my soulmate ,, tall white blonde American lady ,, i kept trying but there was no luck ,, i figured out not all what we have been informed truths ,, one night when i was checking some sexual porno sites ,, a commercial appeared on my screen about gay bars ,, honestly i was so curious .. i am not straight but i tried my best to control my desire so i did sex with men before but not frequently ,, so i tried to give this idea away when i decided to start a new life here ! day or couple days curiosity forced me to check gay bars again and special feelings controlled me that moment so i told myself ,, whats wrong if i go and check it ! i am still a new resident ,, who will care have some fun ! i walked to the bar because i didnt have a car that time ,, so i walk about 20 minutes to that bar ,, and when i came in was surprise it was entirely slow ,, a man or 2 and the bartender i ordered a beer while watching the affected movements of the bartender ,, he was that kind of gay who try to show the feminine part of himself … i drank my beer ,, waited for a 30 minutes but nothing changed ,, i was nervous ,, therefore i walked around ,, entered to a restaurant there to eat something then i walked past the bar ,, here i found my legs leading me to that kinky place again ,, people showed up but not as many as i have expected ,, oh fuck it is Monday and that`s why ! i got upset and i was telling myself ,, so what! you did not come here to …
What Lena Wants
Hi Lovelies! I hope you enjoy this story. I am hoping to expand upon it with more of Milo and Lena's relationship, so stay tuned. Xoxo, Cede ——– Growing up, I was the youngest in our family. The only girl on top of that. I had three older brothers, Sam, Peter, and Milo. Sam and Peter were five and eight years older than me, and basically ignored my exsistance. Milo, though, was only eighteen months older. I was an accident, clearly. I’m pretty sure my mother only wanted three kids, but I think she was kind of relieved, too. She got the daughter she wanted in the end. My dad did computer work for some big company. I don't know exactly what, but he spends most of his time on his work computer, typing up reports. He leaves every morning at six thirty for work, and usually stays late doing overtime. Mom is a real estate agent, and when she isn't working, she's watching HGTV, trying to get new ideas. Ideas for what I’m not sure. Does she plan to fix our house up? Someone else's? Who knows. My parents have lived in this rut for the past four years. We all know their marriage is dead, but neither of them have moved for a divorce. It's an issue we all tiptoe around. When things were at their worse, I would sneak into Milo’s room, climb into his bed, and snuggle up with him. I would cover my ears with a pillow or he would tell me bad jokes. I was twelve and he was just shy of fourteen. That was six years ago, and I wish I still had an excuse to climb in bed to cuddle. “Lena! …
Gloryhole Adventure
'This is the place,' I said as I swung our car into the car park. Julie squealed with excitement. Since our last few adventures, (fantasy photo shoots, beach, ladies night out) Julie had admitted just how much she loved to play with strangers cocks, teasing them with sensual stroking, licking, squeezing, rubbing, edging until they can't take anymore. And I loved to take photo's of her whilst she teased these cocks. She looked so sexy with a big thick cock in her slender delicate hands! So I had suggested we try a glory hole. She loved the idea! So with a bit of internet research I found one, about an hours drive away, at the back of a adult sex shop. Julie had dressed to impress, although as I kept reminding her, the guys wouldn't be able to see much of her. But she insisted on wearing a pleated mini skirt that came to mid thigh on her long shapely legs, with a small white lacy thong underneath. she also wore a semi transparent purple blouse, with the top few buttons undone. She had decided to go braless, her pert 34B breasts lightly jiggling under the blouse, her dark pink areola just visible against her pale milky skin. We got out the car, the cool evening air having an immediate and noticeable effect on her nipples, and headed for the shop. We had some fun browsing through the shop, Julie eyeing up a monster thick black dildo, jesting with me that although I allowed her to play and tease with strangers, the one rule was NO PENETRATION. But could she use this 12 inch …
Joe chapter 7 and 8
We walked out of the theater calmly. I glanced back just before we lost sight of them. The first usher was standing by the seat I had fucked Bella in. Smiling and pointing at it for the second guy to come look. We walked out the exit door and light glared in our faces. Bella turned to me and put her head against my chest. "I'm sure my friends have left me by now," she said. "I doubt mine waited 10 minutes much less an hour and a half," I replied. "I'll walk you home if, you want?" "Thanks Joe." We walked and talked. After a few minutes she grabbed my hand. We held hands all the way to her house. I walked her right up to the front door. "Cynthia's really sick," she said. "My parents' car isn't here either…" She was hinting I could come in. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," I replied reluctantly. She pulled my head down to her mouth and kissed me. She kept kissing. I lifted her a little and put her back against one of the pillars. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me. My mouth had said I'm leaving but my body was saying not yet. My rod was hot and hard for this little girl. My girlfriend was inside this very house, sick. I set her down intending to go. She unbuttoned my pants pulled out my erection and turned around to lean against the pillar. I automatically lifted the back of her skirt and positioned my self at her wet hole. I hesitated only a second, we're right out front. With only rose bushes to hide behind. If her parents pulled up the driveway they would see …
Weapons of Math Instruction #3
Professor Peter erotically entertains juicy Jenny, young mom of his pupil and new love sweet Sarah Professor Peter and jolly Jenny are interrupted by the early arrival of sexy Sarah, who gets furious Professor Peter has to solve a problem … as he loves both of his closest nicely naughty neighbours Professor Peter gets a great guess as a man of math: why not use my ruler to restore some discipline? Professor Peter proposes sexy Sara "Sit at my left leg love! Let us three talk to solve the situation" Professor Peter carefully caresses the tasty teen to calm her down, come back to face reality in life Professor Peter whispers seductively in her right ear: "How about hard punishment for your mom love?" Professor Peter sees the smile and twinkle in her eyes: Surely Sarah longs to see such a sexy scene! "Please hand me those hand-cuffs, Sarah sweetheart! I'd better tie her up a bit, don't you think so? Please help me to find a proper position to tie her up tight! How about across the desk in my study? Please can you be so kind to operate my cameras, to make sure your mom will do as we want for ever? Please help me to tie the arms and legs of jolly juicy Jenny to the legs of my desk, my sweetheart!" Professor Peter puts pillows under her belly, so Jennifer's awesome bottom perfectly presents itself Professor Peter pulls a sperm stained satin sheet over her back to tie her tightly to the test-desk Professor Peter perceives perspiration at her face: it shows mixed feelings of …
Come and Go
I snap the red nylon collar around my neck. Just minutes later there is a ring of the bell and knock at the door. I rush to answer it. I stand behind the door as I open it, so the neighbors cannot see my atire. I am dressed in a red see through nightie that hits me mid thick thigh, shows off my ample breasts, and curvaceous body. His imposing form comes around the door and looks me over. He is kissing me deep and grabbing my breasts before the door is even closed all the way. “You are a sexy slut. Upstairs.” He said gruffly, kicking the door closed. He is slapping my ass the whole trip upstairs. At the top of the stairs, he is grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard. I can barely make it into the bedroom door, he is bouncing and squeezing my breasts so much. He releases me and I finally make it into the bedroom. He has his hoodie and shirt off when I turn to face him. I unbuckle his belt as he pulls hard on my nipples through the nightie. I am moaning and sucking in breath with each pinch and pull on my right and left nipples. “You needed this didn't you?” He said as he pulls harder. I moan in response, as I slip his pants and underwear down his legs. He pulls my right breast out of the nightie and sucks on it firmly. I am moaning louder as sucks harder. He raises back up, steps out of his pants and lays on the bed. “Get on the bed in between my legs and suck me slut,” He orders. I kneel on the bed in between his legs and take his tip into my mouth. I swirl my tongue …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 54: Pounded at the Pound (Part 1)
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-53”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I have always wanted a dog, but I assume that was made obvious by the dozens of canine-themed erotica stories I have written. However, what is unclear to most people is the reason for my love of dogs. It all started many years ago. My father has always disliked animals and categorically refused to let us have pets. But after years of us constantly bugging him, he finally gave in. However, he only agreed to let my siblings and I have a cat on the one condition that he remained outside at all times. Over the years, we owned maybe a dozen different pets, but all of them had two things in common. They were never to enter the house and all of them were cats. For …
One More Time Again
It seemed so simple to me And I thought it would be for you. But here we are Apart. Complications where Trust is Implicit Makes little sense, But there it is my love. My love, Never again. It seems this is the end. Lives are not that easy to read, Lives are not that easy to live, Lives are not easy, But trust is. Or should be, Don't you agree. Did you decide that someone was more, Did you decide that someone must be the core Of your life, The light you needed to guide your way. Is that what you do. Reject one, Accept another. What kind of trade is that. What kind of life is that. What kind of way is that to live When you no longer can give Your hand, Your heart. No faithful fulfillment Of the commitment You accepted, You agreed to give. But no matter, No matter. One comes to expect The lack of truth Today. Still it does make ones soul soar To know that someone Will always be more Than you expect. Someone will be More that you have learned to expect. Someone will be More than you have had in the past. And it makes life worth living, Again. I can rejoice in a New love. New lover, One more time, Again.
Neighbor, Mom, And Me pt.5
I pulled my hard cock out of Janet's pussy and helped her up to a sitting position, then helped her to the floor with mom moving to the floor and over to get between Janet's legs, and when Janet was laying on the floor on her back, "Mom, stick your butt up in the air as high as you can, over Janet's face, while you eat out Janet's pussy, that way I can get to your pussy as Janet sucks on my dick." With mom and Janet in place, I kneeled down for Janet to suck and lick my dick clean, and I bent down the best that I could and started licking mom's pussy. In a short time, mom laid over pulling Janet's hip over on her side, and I shifted around to keep my dick in Janet's mouth, while mom laid on her side with one leg up for me to get in and keep licking and sucking on her pussy, like she was doing to Janet. After a short time I stuck a finger into mom's pussy as I licked and sucked on her clit, then after a few short strokes with my finger going in and out, mom was cumming in my mouth, then Janet just held onto my cock with her hand, "Oh fuck me Maggie, I'm cumming." "Me too." Then Janet went back to sucking on my cock and stroking it with her hand at the same time, while I kept trying to drink all of mom's cum as she seemed to just keep on cumming, then I felt my cum making it's way up my dick to the head to shoot out into Janet's mouth. Just as my cum shot into Janet's mouth, mom squeezed her leg down on my head, and started trying to pull away from me, …
A CRACK ON THE BEACH – PART 4 – THEY GET NAKED
CHAPTER FOUR (Prior chapters and more available on Amazon.com under the title, A CRACK ON THE BEACH. The next morning, even though it was a humid as Hades, there were s**ttered rain showers so Shy and I stayed up at the chalet. I did some internet business and Shy read. The events of the night before were left in the ethos, but I was curious as if they would progress any further, or that they were now concluded, that the physical contact between Cee and Shy had injected reality into fantasy and, therefore, sapped that fantasy’s energy, had removed the magic and the interest, the dream. Cee arrived mid-morning bearing two bottles of champagne and a shopping bag. I met her on the patio which was wet after the downpour we’d had an hour ago. When I saw the liquor, my curiousness was reawakened. What was she busily conjuring? The idea that I had become, through circumstance, a pawn in this game suited me well – shit, as they say, happens, and since our first disrobing of Shy three nights ago, Cee had taken control and, frankly, and I dare any man in my predicament to deny otherwise, I was like a pig in a sewer. “I bring gifts,” Cee announced. “So I see.” “Where is she?” “I think she’s just about to take a shower,” I told her, watching her face, waiting to see her reaction. “Perfect timing as always,” she smiled. “Did she mention last night?” “Yes. She said she liked it.” Cee grinned. “Good. Did you?” Now I grinned. “Of course I did. And you?” “I may hate you forever if you tell …
She make Wrong
Authors note: This is a little darker than I normally write but as always, it is a story meant to satisfy adult fantasy and nothing more. Cindy shrieked as the firm male hand grasped her arm tightly and pulled her through the front door, locking it behind him. At 27, Cindy was the highest grossing insurance agent for the firm. Her boundless energy, determination, and product knowledge produced the highest sales figures; and consequently the highest bonuses of every quarter. But it was Cindy's appearance that really won everyone over to her. She stood 5' 10” with hair the color of light straw; wavy and laying gently on her shoulder. Her eyes were bluish gray which she accented perfectly with dark eye liner, a small nose, and pouting lips. Figure wise, Cindy was the perfect female form with 36-B breasts, milky soft skin, long sensual legs, and a pear shaped ass. She was canvassing areas for new clients, calling on homes she had never visited, hoping to sale a new policy or supplement their existing policies when she rang the door on the two story rancher in what appeared to be a quiet neighborhood. The door opened and a tall, thin male wearing jeans, black sweat shirt and a black beanie pulled down over his ears opened the door. After she introduced herself, he pulled her inside, locking the door behind him and was promptly met by another male who was similarly dressed. Hank and Earl were too seasoned burglars with many robberies, not to mention numerous ****s and assaults on …
How my wife became a Hotwife…Part 2
This is part 2 of how my wife became a Hotwife. As I left off my wife had come to grips with her friend and husband having a cuckold marriage. Bonnie certainly did not approve but did not want to loose a good friend. Some weeks past before they talked. Sharon asked if my wife was freaked out about everything. Bonnie told her that what she and her husband did was between them and she was not going to pass judgement. They continued with their friendship as normal. A month had passed and Sharon called up Bonnie and told her she was closing the office early and wanted to know if she wanted to grab a drink. Bonnie agreed and they met up at a local watering hole. They talked about shopping, work, f****y and everyday things. After a couple of hours a neighbor of Sharon's happened by. The man hugged Sharon and she introduced him as Hank. Hank lived in the same subdivision as Sharon and Jake. He was a few years older with salt and pepper hair and rugged good looks. My wife described him as delicious. Hank just said hello and was leaving. Bonnie remarked to Sharon that Hank was really attractive. Sharon said he was a pilot and that he lives with his two teenage k**s a couple of houses down from theirs. They talked for a little while longer and then called it a night. Before Bonnie got home Sharon called her to invite us over to their house in two weeks for a bar-b-que. Bonnie accepted and asked if we needed to bring anything. Sharon replied just your bathing suits and some wine. The …
The Job
Ricky had two things going for him in his life:his huge cock and his ability to last longer fucking than most males. After losing his construction job and going through a costly divorce from his ex-wife Mary, he also needed money and he needed it fast. And then, when things began to look their bleakest, he stumbled upon a way to earn the money he so desperately needed. Only problem was he’d be required to do something he never dreamed of doing and swore he would never ever do. But, as the old saying goes, beggars can’t be choosers. And Ricky was most definitely in a begging state. Ricky found the ad in the spam folder of his e-mail while he was checking to see if he had gotten any responses to all the resumes he had sent out. He wasn’t surprised that he didn’t see any in his inbox, at least not positive ones, so he checked the spam folder to see if any happened to end up in there. There were none, though there was one with the subject line: “Looking for a way to earn some quick money?” Curious, he clicked on the e-mail and wound up with the shock of his life. The e-mail told of a “job opportunity” where a person–a man–could “earn” a grand for a few hours “work.” Ricky wondered like anyone would what kind of “job” could pay that kind of money for only a few hours work? He read further and saw two words no “straight” man wants to see or hear: Gay porn. Of course, being the strong heterosexual man that he was, his first reaction was to click off the e-mail and delete the damn …
Foreplay
My fantasy begins when we embrace in each other’s arms and your hand caresses my soft mane as our lips meet with waiting desire and our tongues melt into each other’s mouths. Our naked bodies lower onto the soft sheets of the playground we call our bed. My laugh is soft and seductive as my hands move down to your steely shaft. My pussy is pleasurably pulsing and I am getting wetter by the minute. Rubbing my warm body up against yours, my nipples are sensitive enough to feel the curly hairs of your chest snagging them, and at the same time, you are taking delight from the feel of my fingers wrapping around your thick manhood and holding on tightly. Your cock is heavy, long and erect, and I love the way it feels against the soft flesh of my palm and makes me want you even more. I begin gliding my hand up and down your warm, solid shaft, and I can tell by the sound of your moan that you are enjoying every delightful sensation my hand has to offer. Kissing your lips and tasting your mouth reminds me of the sweet cherry wine we shared earlier. My hand continues to pleasure your cock, moving slowly up and down as we kiss and enjoy each other’s sweet tasting saliva. Your manhood grows longer and turns harder with each stroke of my hand. My breasts long for pleasure as your large manly hands cup and caress them. Just the feel of your hands squeezing my breasts leaks more juice from my pussy. I moan quietly in your ear, telling you how much I want you as your fingers tease my nipples. …
Christmas Angel
Much of this is based on my own life (sadly enough) I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it Christmas Angel ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- The harsh, bitterly cold wind blew past the figure of a man huddled on a park bench. Shaking his head he didn't know whether to sit here and freeze or move on trying to survive another day. Taking a large lungful of the frigid air, a sigh escaped his lips, he'd given up hope, his life was in the toilet. Thinking back he decided that it must be his fault, he felt that no matter what, it was his fault. You see, he was a kind and gentle man who always tried to do for others, oh sure he had his faults didn't we all but in general most people saw him as a good man. He was the type of friend that you might go to for advise but never really took it, no matter how good it was. He'd make you laugh, talking about anything but him self, funny but that's what drew people to him. He wasn't completely unselfish no one can truly claim to be unselfish, though he wasn't too far from it. Two bad marriages late in life still hadn't damped his generous spirit, though it had served to press them down a bit. He was a good pretender, not many knew the pain he held inside from the world, from his self but a wonderous thing about him no matter how much pain, he always tried to have a smile, rare indeed. Our …
Black Book
Alexa is 23, single, state beauty queen, dancer, and college student. She has never made love before, has not seriously dated any man. She is always hearing stories from her friends what it is like to become aroused and make love. Alexa realizes that she can't deny the attraction between her and me. I'm tall and thirty two years older. My lips look full as I smile. Did she actually think my lips are nice? Moving uncomfortably, Alexa feels her nipples harden against the water…I waited impatiently by the indoor pool. I decided that there will be a slight change of plans. After instructing my staff, I stood by the fragrant flowers and watching at the door from a distances. Finally Alexa came out. She is beautiful, as I let out a long sigh. The green dress I had picked out for her and had the seamstress adjust to fit her perfectly. Her long hair is styled so the waves curl towards the bottom, just where her shoulders were. I notice the dress emphasized the swell of her breasts and the slimness of her waist. I feel my pants tighten at my crotch feeling passion stir with me. As tempted as I am to run over to her and rip the dress off and have her against the wall, other ideas came into place. Oh, I will have a little fun with her before we made love in my bed. Softly laughing, I begin to walk over. Alexa looks around cautiously and notices a strong, sweet smell in the air, lulling her to their direction. Recognizing roses and hypnotized by the scent, she bumps into me. Freezing …
My First time sucking cock
I was in my freshman year in high school and I was helping my best friend plant shrubs and flowers for his mother and father. they paid us 100 bucks each to do this work for them , it was very hot and Dan and I were wearing just shorts and tennis shoes.we were half way done when his parents came out and said they were spending the weekend with friends out of town . they said when we were done we should order a pizza and relax for the rest of the weekend . so we finished up around 6 went inside the house were I went straight to the bathroom to shower , we were both sweaty and stunk really bad . the shower was in my friends room while in the shower i heard someone come in , my face covered with soap i couldn't see it was . then i felt hands on my ass and reached back to to figure out what was going on , I washed the soap off my face and turned around to see my best friend Dan standing there with the biggest dick I've ever seen in person. i actually said " DAMN MAN YOU GOT A BIG FUCKING DICK " he said i like yours too . he said let me wash your back and i was like um well ok I'll try anything once. so he got behind me and soaped up my back then my ass and legs , he moved back up and spread my ass cheeks and just let his cock rest between them , he reached around and began stroking my dick . then I felt him kiss my neck and he began to slide his cock up and down between my ass cheeks . i reached around and took hold of his cock and started stroking it and then he turned me …
I Started Fucking A Younger Man Behind My Husband’s Back [MF] [cheating]
I am 37 years old and a happily married woman. My husband is named Bobby and he is 42. We have 2 kids, two daughters, 14 and 11 years old. I was a teacher that specialized in library science but I left teaching to stay at home with the kids. We have a very nice and comfortable life. My husband is an executive with a large company and he provides well for us. Our sex life was always been good and satisfying. Although the frequency of our encounters has waned a little as the kids have grown and as Bobby has become more busy at work. I am always driving the kids to one activity or another. We still find time on the weekends to make love, but it is often just quickies and I often don’t get off. I am 5’5″ with a nice set of perky boobs at 36C and a butt which Bobby says is my best asset. Last year we decided that kids were old enough for me to get a part time job. I applied at the local 4 year college and as luck had it they had a three day a week opening in the university library which was just right for me. I was thinking about getting my Masters Degree in Library Science. I was happy to get back in the working world and felt refreshed with all the young people around me at the college. The problem stared about 6 months ago. I was putting some books away one morning when this very nice looking young man approached me with a look of concern on his face. He told me that his name was James and he had a major problem as he needed a book right away for a paper he had to write. It was …
A Very Merry Christmas
"Hey, Lexi, what about this one?" I held up a pink blouse, "It's cute," I turned it around to show the top half of the back was lace. "But sexy, too." "It would be sexy if the front was lace," Lexi laughed, then added, "On me, anyway, for you…well less is more." "Hey!" I exclaimed indignantly. "My boobs aren't that small." "Not too big either," Lexi smirked, but held her hands out. "I'll try it on, might be kind of tight in the chest though." "Keep talking, Chesty Mc Boob, and you can go buy something to wear for the party," I threw the shirt at her. "We can't all be top heavy." "Aww," Lexi laughed, "Don't be mad, Amber, I'm only teasing." "It gets kind of old after awhile," I sat on the edge of the bed and self consciously crossed my arms over my chest. "Seriously?" Lexi held the blouse up to her chest, while looking in the mirror, "Amber, the only thing you don't have is big tits, the rest of you is perfect." "Right," I sighed, "Don't worry, you can borrow my clothes, you don't have to kiss my ass." "That's what I mean," she lowered the shirt, "I can't think of a guy in any of our classes who wouldn't kiss your ass. You walk down the hallway they all turn around and watch." "Whatever," I shrugged. "Whatever, I wish I'd got those looks," she laughed and slapped her ass, "I've got as much in the back as the front, not every guy likes junk in the trunk. You got that cute little butt that looks good in anything." "You think so?" I asked, a shy smile spreading across my face. …
My Secret Crush
My world is spinning under my feet. Thinking of him keeps me from sleep. My breath tightens whenever he speaks. My heart throbs just to be around him. I love the way he moves, The way he talks, The way he walks, The way he smells whenever I’m around him. My eyes always lower when he looks at me. When I smile, it’s a bashful smile at best. Yet, I want him so badly. This longing for him is burning in my chest. My unspoken attraction is my dejection. I’m too shy to talk to him. It feels safer to watch from afar, And avoid the pain of rejection. He had taken up the entirety of my mind, But my heart is still empty and lost in time. Every time I think of him brings up butterflies in my belly. Every thought I have of him makes my legs turn to jelly. At night I lay in my bed, And I can’t get him out of my head. I dream of lying in his arms… Kissing his lips… Running my hands down his chest… Across his stomach… Feeling every inch of him with my fingers. I imagine placing kisses all over his body… Whispering in his ear, Telling him how badly I want him. I imagine being wrapped in his arms, My breasts pressed against his chest, Making me feel like I am a part of him. I want to beg him to make love to me over and over, But these are just thoughts inside my head. So I will just keep lying here in my bed, And dream of him, my secret crush.
Flash Fairytales: Mirrors Magic
“Mirror, mirror…” A slow, clear voice intoned. A swirl of green light emerged in the centre of the mirror’s gleaming frame. It surged forth, raging like a storm. Two long shadows across the cold stone walls and floor as a theatre mask appeared through a thick, cloudy vapour. A black, high-backed chair – decorated with intricate, gothic patterns – shimmered in the strange light. Clutching the chair’s curved arm was the pale, bony hand of the speaker. She stood, shrouded in a floor-length dress and hood of the deepest black, topped with a shining golden crown. The delicate lace glittered in the half-light which cast her pale skin in an unsettling green hue. The mask spoke, echoing through the room. The back of her neck prickled. “What is that which the Queen wishes to be seen?” “Show me the ‘fairest’ in the land.” Her face seemed to sneer. The mask faded back to vapour. Another image emerged and a girl appeared in the glass. Her skin was as white as virgin snow, with hair as black as ebony. Her perfect lips were pursed, as though whistling, though no sound was heard. The Queen watched the girl bend and run her fingers through a pool of clear water. The only sound in the room was the drumming of the Queen’s long fingernails on the carved wooden chair. With a glance around her, the girl sat down on a smooth, polished rock. She kicked off her shoes and delicately peeled the stockings down her legs. She stood and deftly pulled the zip in the back of her pale blue and white dress. …
Going to a Concert
Goingto a Concert My boyfriend and I are going to a concert in North Carolina; it’s about a three hour drive. It’s the middle of summer so it will be a hot day and night. I start getting ready by trying on different clothes to wear. I finally decide on a denim mini skirt with a black top that says “stay dirty my friends on the front” I love this shirt, it fits me perfectly and I don’t need to wear a bra with my small breasts, which I hate wearing bras anyway. I slip my black lace bikini panties on then my black carrie booties and I am set for an fun day. My boyfriend, Chris has my favorite drink in the cooler as we leave for the concert. It’s already hot outside so I open one of my Black Dress Vodkas and pour it into another cup with some water before we go on the road. I climb into his large Chevy truck; you know the kind that has large tires and sits real high. I almost need a ladder to get into. We start off down the road talking about stupid things and how much fun it is to be out of town. By this time I have finished my first drink and started on my second one. I am already feeling a very slight buzz. As I am looking out the window I feel Chris put his hand on my leg and I turn to look at him, he looks at me and smiles devilishly then turns his attention back to the road. I know that smile and I always enjoy it. His hand slowly goes under my skirt and I feel him touch me through my panties. I open my legs and slide down into the seat so he has an easier time. I let out …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 68: Tiger Sex
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-67”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… Life of Pi was all people could talk about a few years ago. Since it was based on a bestselling Canadian novel and had a tiger as one of the main protagonists, I should have been eager to watch it, right? Wrong! For some reason, I never actually felt like taking time out of my life to watch it. But when I found it for a measly $4.88 on Amazon and I needed another few bucks to be eligible for free shipping, I finally broke down and bought it. My roommate was one of the major reasons why I had not watched the movie. The last film she had convinced me to watch was Pulp Fiction. I have nothing against Quentin Tarantino, but I honestly lost some respect for …
Colleen by Candlelight
Lying there on soft sheets, her beautiful body slowly writhes in pleasure as her delicate hands glide sensually over smooth curves. The light of many candles flickers nearby, dancing over her sexy body like a lover’s careful touch, as if this light exists for her alone. She is absorbed in the rapture of her fantasy and the ecstasy of her hands, unaware of my presence and my hungry, lustful gaze. I know it’s wrong, I’m violating her; but I cannot turn my eyes away from this goddess of light and ecstasy. But no, I see the subtle smile at the corners of her lips and the almost imperceptible reflection of candlelight her blue eyes. She knows. She likes me watching… My greedy eyes follow her hands as they caress and knead and explore all of the warm and soft places that bring her pleasure. One hand deftly slides over the gentle swell of her breasts, as her practiced fingers stroke and gingerly pinch her excited nipples; while her right hand glides lower, down over her taut belly, toward the well-groomed bliss that waits between her smooth, silky legs. Occasionally a quiet, sensual moan escapes her lips; a gasp, a contented sigh, and each time my already eager manhood grows a bit harder, a bit thicker, as if to match the level of her desire. She pretends not to hear me as I move closer to her bedside, and not to feel the shifting weight when I sit beside her. With both hands now eagerly stroking and massaging between her thighs her extended arms push her breasts together, …