We must learn to crawl Before we can walk Day dreaming someday We could finally fly Life is unpredictable Hearts easily are broken The dream of flying At times almost forgotten We can become lost Simply numbing the pain Hiding in our own cocoon Afraid to feel the hurt If we are willing to try again To let ourselves feel love Despite the risk of failure Then anything is possible I found you so broken Yet you opened your heart enfolding me in your warmth You became my cocoon I crawled into your open arms Succumbing to your smile Finally trusting my own heart I slowly began to change inside We were scarred but beautiful Each scar telling its own story Knowing you love me despite The damage I try so hard to hide As you carefully sheltered me Together we became stronger We learned each day is a gift Full of endless possibilities Crawling out into the sun Hand in hand together We slowly began to walk A path with no directions Every time I jumped ahead You patiently reminded me That no path is without risk Never letting go of my hand Starting our journey as friends We never saw love coming Now free of the cocoons That we had each created The warmth of the sunshine Feeding the fires of love Stretching our butterfly wings Together we can finally fly
Hot Women in Dallas
Nikki wanted to dine at the Tower Club but none of the men, she had went out with could afford to take her there. It is an exclusive club where the richest of Dallas and other wealthiest people from around world went. It is a club with a well-known reputation for seeing the sexiest, youngest women with the wealthiest older men in the world. Where Multi-Million deals were negotiated every day. A friend of Nikki's made arrangements for her to have dinner. For her eye catching outfit she wore the most risqué sexy slingshot dress. The dress is absolutely sinful, showing every, sexy inch of her. The material is sheer white and had two thin straps that crisscrossed her neck, exposing her entire back. The straps barely cover her nipples, exposing her firm, suckable 34B tits. The straps crisscrossed her tits and attached to the side of the very, very, short mini dress, that displayed every inch of her long, sexy, tapered legs. She wore a pair of tan, thigh high stockings and a pair of black, high heel pumps. When she walked out of the bathroom my eyes were riveted to her body. I was imagining fucking her all night and all day. Nikki approached the bar when my assistant stopped her and indicated I wanted her to meet her and have her join me for dinner. Nikki is so thrilled to see my huge bulge through my pants at the sight of her. " So sexy lady, I'm John Malone. Please sit here next to me." I said as she walked to me. As soon as she came to me I took her in my arms kissing her, …
The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line
The snowstorm gave Kate the perfect excuse to get what she wanted. Since Jenna did a great job of looking after Amy, following her grounded flight, she offered the babysitter a chance of the occasional over-night, allowing Kate to get back into the international flights. This was good news to me too. I was fully capable of looking after our daughter, a truth I preferred to keep to myself, but the nanny arrangement was producing so many positives. Jenna and I had developed some great routines that were benefiting the both of us. She had a talent in the kitchen, often preparing the most delicious sandwiches and amazing dinners. Of course, there was a whole other side to this arrangement that appealed to me, but it was largely limited to sneaked glances of her cleavage and tight bum. A few times after that first night I had found an excuse to slip into the bathroom while the babysitters discarded day-clothes still lay on the floor. I was far more cautious though, locking the door now, careful not to leave any cum on her panties in case discovered – but the thrill of my secret little habit and the intoxicating scent of her young pussy continued to excite me. Each sneaked opportunity came like vital gasps of air to a drowning man. Jenna and I were sitting at dinner one evening. We often spent time chatting about what was happening in our lives, albeit this was a little one sided as I rarely had all that much to offer. Jenna often discussed her home schooling, a concept I was …
Decent into the Bull Pen
Marcy age 33 Divorced, no children, 5' 5" petite sexy body, she leans back in her chair, back away from the table and the conversation. She looks around the crowded bar shaking her long brown hair back away from her face. It had been a long time since she has been in a place like this. A meat market. That's what she and her friends from college would have called it. Was that term still in vogue? She smiles to herself. That shows how out of things I've gotten, she thought. You've just got to get out more. Damn it, now that the divorce has been final for a year, she is determined she would. A bubbling giggle drew her attention back to the group around the table. For a moment, her eyes rested affectionately on her friend, her best friend in the office. Marcy knew herself well. To be like her friend, you had to be assertive, you had to go after what you wanted. That isn't Marcy. She freely admits to herself that she prefers to be led, even pushed. Marcy is one of those rare people who knew and liked themselves. She knew she had faults, but she knew she also has strengths. And, if her life seems dull sometimes, she has a very active imagination. She grins to herself. Even her friend would probably be very shocked if she knew some of her fantasies; she needed someone to bring her out. Someone far removed from her ex-husband. Marcy isn't shy, or quiet in the way the word is usually used. This afternoon, she has been doing her share of giggling, flirting, and having fun. She didn't …
Jay and Amy part 2
Jay and Amy part 2 So a couple things before you guys read, I do write for fun. And to the people who don’t get it, Jay does talk like a caveman, he doesn’t like to pronounce the entire word and he likes to skip over unnecessary words. It’s not bad grammar, it’s how he talks. Now enjoy and thanks for the nice comments! Waking up the next morning, I feel good and relax. I thought about how yesterday went, and if i say so myself, it went great. Teachers were nice, classmates were okay, and Jay was surprisingly a great person I met. I’m actually looking forward to seeing Jay today. I feel like i have extra energy cause i’m so excited to see him. I also realize that there’s no getting past this, might as well enjoy it. I get dress, wearing my skinny tight dark blue jeans with a gray tank top and cover that with a gray sweater that falls over one shoulder. I end my outfit with a pair of Nike. October in Virginia wasn’t too cold yet so I’m still glad I can wear my cute sweaters. I put my hair in a ponytail and grab my bookbag. I pull up to school and barley park before my door is open and Jay is there smiling at me. He looks down at my sweater and moves his hand to my left shoulder where my skin is showing. He caresses my skin slowly and finally looks back up to me. “Something wrong with your sweater?” Jay asks strangely. “Um…no, that’s the style. I like it like this.” “Why?” “Um…I don’t know…airflow I guess.” “It’s cute, and there’s airflow, but guys can see your bra strap.” …
Mindfuckers and the fucked: choose your side
Rachel had a boyfriend back in her native land who'd call her everyday, but since women in foreign lands get lonelier or feel free to do as they really wished all along without prying eyes, she started seeing me. She'd feel guilty over it, but I'd reassure her that there were all types of love, hers for him was rather the platonic kind, as the one she had for me was carnal. "At one point, you may have been passionately involved with that cock-sucker, but you're no longer his, you're mine now" he told her. She liked hearing him speak that way to her, made a face like she wasn't pleased hearing it and getting smacked on the spot only to turn the other cheek, lay down on the floor and spread herself open. They had met under strange circumstances. He had placed an add on an adult website, she had answered him and almost instantly decided to run to his encounter. He did not disappoint. As soon as the door to Rachel's apartment was open, he stormed in and made it his place. She did the dishes, the cleaning, the bed, all the while he'd watch from a distance, approach her at times and just ravish her. Or let her be. Now she worried about the man she had left behind, a good man, who had given her everything, not a good-for-nothing man who took from her as much as he could and gave little back, if anything. Except she only succeeded in making herself miserable, because she continued to be by my side; she could have it my way or go and be this other man. She chose to be a little sweet …
Grandmas Secret Part 1
My grandmother Lynn was my grandfather's second wife and was about 20 years younger than he. She married him after his first wife died and Lynn raised his c***dren as her own even though she was only 12 years older than the eldest c***d, my mother. When my mother was married and had her first c***d at 18, Lynn was about 30 years old. Lynn is young thinking, young looking, and young acting which made it strange to have her as a grandmother because she certainly looked more like an aunt than a grandmother. When her first grandk** (me) came along she was understandably freaked out. Only 41 years old at the time, Lynn flatly refused to be called "Grammy" and she started a running joke by getting me to call her Lynnie, which was the only name I ever used to address her. As the other k**s came along years later she relented letting them call her Grammy but I was grandmothered in, so to speak, and always addressed her by her first name. Lynn was a slender blonde, blue-eyed woman of Scandinavian descent, about 5'7" with an average frame, small but perky up top. She was no runway model, but she was cute in her own way and she loved my grandfather to death and the rest of the f****y never thought of her as anything other than bl**d kin. My grandfather, Walter Tucker, and his first wife, Lilly, dreamed of raising horses together, so he retired early and used his life savings to purchase a horse farm estate to make that a reality. But when Lilly unexpectedly passed away less than a …
Swinger girl, A TRUE STORY, Greedy
It didnt take long to decide, I was going to give it a go! Hubby had watched me fuck a number of guys on different nights at the club, so why not fuck a number of guys on one night! We turned up at 9pm on the "Greedy Girls" event, got changed in the tiny changing room, hubby with a towel and me with a skimpy, skinny crop top, a 5inch shiny silver belt skirt, tiny black see through g string, and 6" platform stilletoes, plenty of make up, shiny moist lip gloss and a purse containing 10 condoms. Hubby all nervous and excited, still not understanding that for me, as with most women, its not how good looking the guy was, nor even how big his cock was. For me, any guy would do, its the pure act of sex, being satisfied and giving satisfaction that is our turn on. Hubby got more out of it if the guy had a much bigger cock than he does, its part of the control, showing me off thing…I am just about the sexiest best looking woman there, I know that, and so does my hubby. Allowing men to fuck me, isnt quite that weak cuckold thing everyone assumes. Its confidence on his part in the strength of us as a unit, allowing men to pleasure me sexually shows how confident he is I am not likely to leave him, he is showing off, and showing me off…its the same reason he puts dirty pics of me up on the internet. Anyway there we were in a busy club, downstairs on the communal bed a big girl was flat on her back, bulging out of her black corset and stockings enjoying the attention of 2 to 3 guys, …
Lonely Mothers Milk
My name is Jasmine (name changed), I’m currently 18 years old but my stories goes back 4 years. This story is 100% what really happened and I will only be presenting this in 4 parts with each part being longer and more detailed, this is part 1 and 2 combined. This tale of my life I’m calling Lonely Mothers Milk. This is my first time trying to put my memories into words so please give good feedback but don't be mean. Part One ———————————————————————————————————————————————– About 4 years ago, my Mother, Father, and I had just moved into our new home in Victorville, California. Not only was the home huge but it was also centrally located between the beach and Las Vegas so no matter what we decided to do we always found an excuse to leave and have fun as a family. Being 14, the more time I spent away from home the better and my parents were always trying to be the fun parents. That was while my Father wasn’t on tour overseas of course. My father was a mechanic for the United States Army. He had paid for our new home using VA funds and some money he had saved up, and due to the recession homes were so cheap my parents had their pick of them. My Father had served 2 tours overseas and was planning on staying at a local base to finish up his remaining service time. After we were situated in our new home and my Father had been doing his thing at the military base locally (which was only 2 …
The Burning Within Chapter 1
Lilly sat at the kitchen table with her morning newspaper and steamy coffee with French vanilla creamer just gazing out the window feeling lost in this huge world. She was extremely bored with life and nothing excited her anymore. Lilly had the paper open up to the classified ads looking for a new apartment. She wanted to be in the city close to work. The commute was killing her and she was ready to spread her wings again and get out of her parents home. She had just left a long over due relationship with a man who gave her little to no attention what so ever. She couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be really touched and caressed like how a woman should really be. She just wanted someone to want her as much as she wanted them. She began to wonder if anyone would truly ever give her what she desired. It was a cool and crisp spring morning. The dew on the grass glistened in the morning light. As she glanced at the classifieds, she noticed that there was an opening for an apartment just around the corner from her job. She worked as an editor for the Glamour magazine in New York close to Times Square. She had been there for 3 years now and enjoyed her job. That was the only thing she enjoyed in life. This last relationship was completely life destroying and she didn't want to look at another man for a long time. She decided to circle the ad and call the number first thing Monday morning to see if she could schedule a showing. She hoped that it would still be available …
Measuring My Cum – pt5
I felt something slap against my butt cheek, and then again a couple of times. It felt like a hand. I woke up with a jerk. I had drifted off to sl**p, only for a few minutes it seemed, as I lay naked on my bed whilst mom had finished her shower. Now she stood over me next to the bed. She had a bath towel wrapped around her, and had been slapping my naked butt with her hand to wake me up. "This will never do young man," she said sternly. "It's almost 10.30. Why haven't you put any clothes on?" I had drifted off to sl**p on my side, so mom must have had a good view of my ass and back whilst she slapped me. As I turned on my back, to now face her, I saw her looking at my balls and dick again, which, for now, was still limp. She licked her lips again. As before, I was sure she was not aware she was doing this and it was almost an involuntary action. "Oh, sorry mom," I said, apologetically. "Must have drifted off to sl**p. I felt a bit sl**py after cumming twice in the bathroom, and lay on the bed for a few minutes to recover, that's all." "Oh," replied mom more calmly, apparently pacified at my explanation. "Well, I hope you remember what I said in there. We have some serious talking to do later. I'll probably think things over whilst I'm out. Make yourself breakfast after you put your clothes on. I'll be going straight out when dressed." As she spoke about dressing, I had a sudden idea. "Mom, I'm not really in the mood to go out today, now. I think I'll just stay at home all …
Beach fun with ex-gf
Hi All, New to this site but hope to make some decent friends and share some fun – here's a quick story about the first time my ex and I let other people watch us play with each other. It makes me horny when I remember it and my ex gf became a lot kinkier and wasn't as shy as she had been beforehand. We were on holiday and were spending the morning at the beach. There was an older couple near to us that smiled and said hello to us as we lay our towels down near to them. I watched as they both watched as my girlfriend took of her skirt, revealing her new white bikini that was almost see through. The woman next to us rolled onto her side and adjusted her bathing suit, fondling her big tits slowly for me to see. Her husbands cock was semi hard under his underwear he was wearing instead of bathers. They kept perving on us as we rubbed suncream on each other and I didn't mind letting them watch as I slowly applied the suncream, sliding my gf's bathers up her ass crack and gently rubbing her bum and sliding my hands up against her pussy and she spread her legs apart not noticing the older couple watching. A lady wearing only a black g-string under her white sarong walked past along the beach and glanced casually looked down as I finished applying the last of the suncream onto my gf's back – her bathers nicely wedged up her cute ass and her legs parted enough for the lady to catch a glimpse of her white bikini fabric pressed tight against her juicy pussy lips. My gf facing towards …
Pennys Comeuppance
The job market wasn't so good in Megan's home town. She had gone to college upstate to become an HR professional, but after weeks of job searching all she could get was a job as a secretary for Granderson Shipping. In the interview she was told that as soon as an HR position was open she would be the company's top choice. It wasn't easy moving back home, but Megan felt it was a necessary choice considering her mother's health. It was a medium sized close knit community that really never had much going on. Gossip and rumors spread wildly and it was difficult to stay out of drama. Megan always saw herself as the voice of reason amongst a petty and bored population. Despite her best efforts she was harassed by Penny Chantell and her cronies when she was in High School. After Megan refused to help Penny cheat on a math test Penny took every opportunity to make cutting remarks and jabs at Megan's expense. Megan was usually derided for being a boring pretentious snob, who was "too good" for everyone else. Megan in reality would have loved to enjoy the social life of Penny and her friends. Penny quite literally campaigned to prevent Megan from ever being invited to any party or social event. Penny made Megan so "uncool" she was almost toxic to her peers. Megan was forced to watch through her high school years as people like Penny got to enjoy all the stereotypical high school parties and social life, where as Megan stayed at home and studied. Megan was glad to leave for college. In …
Part 2 Steve Saw Everything
After Marcos left I was picking up clothes and lube when I saw my neighbor Steve on his balcony watching me. Steve is a tall, lean, sexy guy. He was only clad in a pair of white N2N mesh shorts and his rippled abs and perfectly balanced pecs and huge guns bulged as he looked at me licking his full lips. I was nude, had Marcos cum dripping down my leg, and was spent from being split in two. Steve nodded and said “great show, Johnny!” I looked around for the new briefs and only found the red pair, and slid them on and walked onto my balcony which was almost perpendicular to Steve’s. “Did you see any of that?” I asked as I adjusted my new, wet, cum on briefs on my ass and cock. “I saw all of it!” he replied. “I was taking a break looking for inspiration and saw Marcos come in in have your ass!” I shrugged and said “Yup! It was a great fuckin!” He chuckled then asked what I was looking for and I said “I received two bikinis today but can only find one.” Steve whisled and nodded toward the pool where Marcos has stripped his shorts off and wore the yellow pair as he dove into the pool. “I don’t think I will get those back” I told Steve, and he replied “Marcos will bring them back when he comes for another fuck!” This was the first time I had really looked at Steve and he is smoking hot. Sure. His body was amazing. But, he has big hazel eyes, dark brown hair short on the sides and long on top, and his skin glowed in the sun. “What do you need inspiration for?” looking him up and …
Kristin’s Naked Weekend – Part 4
Being back in school after vacation had made Jason and Kristin fall back into their usual routine. The only difference was that where they had begun their schoolwork almost immediately after getting home from school before, now, depending on how long they had before their parents got home, sex, for the kids, was absolutely essential. It was their way of relieving the stress of the day, and besides, with two such hard-bodied, beautiful teenagers, it would have been a shame if they weren’t having sex, even though they were brother and sister, and having sex with one another. Before they left for school that day, Mr. and Mrs. Kraft told the kids that AGAIN, for the third time that week, they would both be home late, with Mr. Kraft seeing clients, and Mrs. Kraft still behind on her paperwork. The kids desperately wanted a home-cooked meal and to eat with their parents, but they also knew that being home alone again until approximately 9 p.m. would leave them plenty of time to have sex, clean up, and most important, make it seem like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. That day at school was nothing special for either Jason or Kristin. Kristin and her friends were still talking about how much fun they had in Florida, and Jason’s baseball coach had cancelled practice Friday afternoon for a family emergency, but it would be made up on Sunday. Jason didn’t care about Sunday. He couldn’t have sex with Kristin when their parents were home anyway, so Sunday was definitely not his …
The Proposition
“So, did the two of you have a good chat?” Cheryl asked Drew and Dana as she emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel, and finding the two of them seated on the sofa. “Yeah,” Drew smiled at her. “A little bit.” “What did you talk about?” “Life,” Drew replied, “Love. Needs and desires.” “You have needs and desires?” she asked him. He shook his head. “Not me. Life’s good for me. I can’t think of anything I want that I don’t have.” Cheryl looked at Dana. “I can think of something,” she announced. “Really,” Drew responded. “What do you want that you don’t have?” “Not for me,” she grinned, her eyes fixed on Dana. “For you.” “For me?” Dana asked her, sounding surprised. “For the two of you.” Drew turned his gaze toward Dana. “Here it comes,” he warned. “Don’t tell me you don’t want each other,” Cheryl scoffed. “I can see you’re half hard under your towel,” she directed at Drew. “And you,” she tossed toward Dana, “Have a definite flush. I’m betting it’s taking everything you’ve got not to rip away that towel and just leap on him.” “Cheryl,” Drew cautioned her. “Don’t embarrass her.” “She’s not embarrassed. Are you, Dana?” “Just at the idea that I’m so transparent,” Dana grinned at her. “That’s what I thought,” she said, taking a step toward them and holding out a hand to each. “Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom and see what happens.” “Cheryl!” Drew scolded. “Look, nobody has to do anything they don’t want, except you. You’re going to do what I tell you.” “What happened to the …
My aunty made me hot
hello to all readers.i want to share the pleasure i got with my aunty.that was my first experience in sex.till then i dont know any thing in sex.i belong to an orthodox family in which spelling the word sex is prohibited.so i don,t know anything.but i had some fantasies by listining to my friends. that day was a function in my grandfathers home.so i went there as my parents were busy.i had stay there for night.my aunty also came there to attend that function.i am delighted to see my aunt there.she has such a provocating structure that no man can live without thinking of her atleast once if he saw her.that evening she went to have bath.after taking bath she came out.i was stunned as she came out with only saree.she didnt wear any blouse or bra under the saree.as she had bath she was wet and tha saree got stuck to her large and erect boobs.then suddenly as air blew the saree moved of aside i saw her boob so clearly.i felt my eyes got blasted.i still remember it now. then that night iwent to a movie and returned home.after having dinner i was told to sleep upstairs.it was almost 10 at night.when i went upstairs i saw my aunt there.she was fast asleep as she did a lot of work during daytime.then i went and lied beside her.the scene of her boob was still in my eyes.when i looked at her boobs they are moving rhytmically as she was breathing.i lied watching her boobs for 10 minutes.then a feeling arose in me.how about touching her boobs.my hand rose but i drew back.i was …
Her First Arrest-Part4
She had him tied to the bed with his shirt unbuttoned and laid open, exposing his chest. His underwear she left on and planned something special later. She gave him one last chance to confess all he knew before she laid down beside him on his right side and covered his face with slow passionate kisses. While she was kissing and sucking on his neck, she used her free hand to make slow, deliberate patterns on his chest. But, when he moaned as she moved her kisses to the top of his chest, she knew she had him right where she wanted him. Now to make him so hot, he would tell her everything just to be allowed release. She moved down beside him a little more to be able to reach his chest easier. Propping herself on her arm and his side, she used her mouth and tongue to trail kisses over and down his chest, careful to avoid his nipples, till his chest was wet from her tongue. Every once in a while during the process, she could feel his body shake and he would moan softly. After putting her right index finger in her mouth to wet it, she touched it to the tip of his left nipple. She began to roll it around very gently. At the same time, she kissed his right nipple, then opened her lips to let it slip between them. She felt him arch his back as she started to suck gently on it. Taking his left one between her thumb and middle finger, she tweaked and pinched it every so lightly. Glancing up, she saw him move his head from side to side as she felt his body stiffen. When she pinched …
Teachers Private Tutorial
Susan was the heartthrob of every male high school student in the small rural town. At 24 years of age, she wasn’t much older than the students that sat and drooled over her in class. She had graduated the previous summer with her teaching degree and received her state certification and was able to obtain her first job in the farming community teaching English and public speaking. The goddess as the boys called her behind her back stood a majestic 5’10”. She had long natural blonde hair that hung over half way down her back. Her emerald green eyes lit up a face that any model or actress would envy. She was slender with a 17 inch waist, 32c breasts and a tight ass that you could bounce a dime off of and many of the boys wanted to try it. Soaking wet out of the shower she might tip the scale at a whole 105 pounds. On a scale of 1 to 10, Susan was a 20. Susan was very aware of her looks and treated it more as a curse than a blessing. She wanted people to like her for the person she was and not just a pretty face which is why she usually dressed in loose fitting clothes that would not accentuate her figure. When she arrived in the small rural town, she still had enough student loan money left to put a down payment on a quaint 2 bedroom cottage on the edge of town. She used the second bedroom as an office where she earned extra money tutoring students. The cottage had once belonged to a farmer’s hired help, so it was set back a little ways from the road and surrounded by fields, …
Vanessa & Zach: Passionate Pleasure
Vanessa looked up into Zach's eyes and smiled. The brilliant blue always got the best of her. The light gleaming in from outside made them both retreat to the covers and hide from the outside world. Zach reached out to Vanessa and touched her delicate, cold face. They both stared deeply into each others eyes until Zach chuckled, breaking the bond, and rolled on top of Vanessa, pinning her arms down. Vanessa giggled cutely and Zach smiled down at her. He leaned down and kissed her gently to stop the giggling. Zach opened his mouth, and Vanessa followed soon after. Flicking their tongues back and forth, with lust and passion. Zach pulled away, leaving Vanessa begging for more of him. He got up and put a pair of grey sweatpants on, leaving himself shirtless. 10 minutes later, Vanessa hesitantly rolled out of bed to the smell of pancakes cooking, and left herself with just her lace bra and panties on. Zach looked Vanessa in the eye and smiled at her as she sat down and he put a plate of her favourite pancakes in front of her. "What's the occasion?" She asked with a smile. "No occasion." He responded politely. Zach smiled and sat down next to her as they ate in silence. Vanessa took the plates and put them into the sink. Zach followed and put his hands on the counters, around her. They both looked out the window into the beautiful view until Zach turned her around. They kissed passionately and didn't break the kiss, even when Zach lifted her to sit on the counter. Zach was hard, …
BROKE DOWN! ON THE WRONG SIDE OF TOWN…
Hi my name is Tina its actually Ted but when I go out in drag it becomes Tina anyway I'm a software designer working for a small company mostly its exciting work but sometimes I get bored and need to spice things up a bit! I have a feminine body I take after my mother shes Italian gorgeous slender and beautiful my father is a handsome but big burly guy who can't understand how he got stuck with this girly son but he still loves me… I like to go to a club that's far away so I won't meet anybody I know from work or anything they don't know my other side and I'd prefer they didn't not that I'm ashamed but you know how people are so judgmental…but this is how people are so I go away to be free to express my sexuality… I went to the club last Friday night and what an adventure I had …I was driving along the highway when suddenly the check engine light came on Uh Oh I thought then the engine began to sputter a bit Oh Shit! So I got off the highway at the next exit and got down into a section of town that I had no business being in…It was a dark scary place with scary people lurking about on every corner I was trying to get to some sort of gas station to see what was wrong with my car when it coughed once then died I coasted to a stop by the side of the road and tried to call AAA on my cell phone Son Of A Bitch there's no service here I was going to have to walk until I found some so I got out of the car now picture this I am dressed to the nines hot pink slinky outfit …
A Betting Gal: Allie
“The usual bet on tonight’s game?” Shannon asked as the Duke v. North Carolina basketball game tipped off. Shannon and I have been placing the same bet on this game since we moved in together three years ago. Nothing special – loser has to clean up the apartment, cook all the meals, and wait on the other hand and foot for an entire day. In essence, the loser is not allowed to say no to the winner for 24 hours. Last year, when I won, Shannon had to wake up at 5am, go to the grocery store, and make me a gourmet breakfast. Next, I had her give me a mani-pedi and then wash my car. That night when we went out, I had her flirt with a bunch of guys she never would have approached and say ridiculous things. She had to tell one older guy she hated wearing panties. You should have seen his face! Priceless. So you get the idea – pretty tame stuff. I went to UNC and Shannon went to Duke for undergrad. We moved in together when we both ended up in Houston for grad school and continued living together to save money after we finished and got jobs. “Of course! Duke is so overrated this year!” I replied. “Ha! You’re so full of shit, Allie! I’m so going to get you back for that bullshit you made me do last season,” Shannon shot back. We sat down on the couch, me in my Carolina blue tank top, she in that hideous royal blue I’d learned to hate in my four years at Chapel Hill. The game was close the whole first half. I have to admit I was a little nervous but I was confident. Duke had some good …
A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4
In the Mind of Estelle: So there I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, just staring into my own reflection. I had locked myself in the powder room to put on all of the Gothic BDSM attire I had bought earlier today at a store downtown literally named “SweetSin”. I slowly ran my hands over the black silk and lace corset; my hands wandered slowly up to my perky breasts. I gave them a soft squeeze and then glided my thumbs over each of my nipples that were covered completely by a crisscrossing of black tape. It looked like two X’s over the tops of my small and pale pink nipples. I moved my gaze down to my curvy hips and I admired how the skin tight, blood red, latex pants made my legs appear even more toned. Though the sexiest part of these latex pants, were the fact that they were crotch-less. There was a perfect oval cut out so that my entire cunt and asshole were exposed. Finally I looked slowly down at my feet and smiled to myself as I looked upon the black shiny knee high boots I wore; they had five inch heels. I thought about how I was sure to tower above most of the people in the BDSM club that was located in the basement of club Diamond, and the thought made me chuckle. My stomach started getting this weird feeling; I’d once heard a little girl describe this feeling. She called it having butterflies in her stomach. I was anxious and excited to take Matthew to this club as my… slave. I sighed quietly and slid the index finger of my right hand slowly across my clit, …
Your Angel
One moment with you is all I ask of you. Give me an hour, a minute, a day. Let me love you with all of me and all I am In that moment. Let me be your angel, Covering you with my love, Wrapping my wings all around you, Keeping you safe from harm. Take this time, enjoy it, treasure it. Feel this love, taking it When you leave. Let it radiate over every pore, Seeping deeply into you. Let me be your angel, Bringing infinite love and light Taking away your pain and hurt.
Light And Dark
Every gust of wind is an icy blade, cold fingers crossing and dragging along everything that made my heart beat for you. I know how to keep it all inside, and let others write my side of the story, because I'm already too busy sealing myself away, stitching closed all the places that once wanted to let someone inside, where I could give what was left of me. The sides that were light and dark, that wanted to send you a message of love with all I do, because spoken and written words may not have been able to communicate that I tried to let your love fall and fold over me like a warm blanket, a tide of kisses and skin dreamed of whenever I closed my eyes. Every time the sun goes down and I know winter's cruel cold is hinted with each fading slant of light pulling away everything that made my heart beat for you. I know it's just blood pumping and flowing through exhausted veins, that all stories like ours go beyond metaphors, to wordless places beginning to seal closed, let no one inside where I can be hurt again. Where sides light and dark only read a message of collision, the velocity of living for love that crushes me in the crash, crushes all I've ever tried to get through to you about who I am, and how this tide is already folding and falling over me. Every time the night closes in as a dark ghost, hinting with each spirit a light pulling away from everything made me want to open up to you. I know how to keep it all inside, only giving out shards of who I really am, of the story that I've communicated in every word I write, every word that falls and folds over like a blanket covered in our letters. In the light and dark created whenever our hearts beat for another.