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 1-57”. *** 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… Two of my friends were getting married. For the purposes of this story, let’s call them Lexxi and Nikki. As their names indicate, they were lesbians. And that meant two bridesmaids, two bachelorette parties and two strippers. Luckily, I was not a close enough friend to be a bridesmaid. I say luckily, because I think marriage is a total and utter waste of time and money and being part of one would make me a hypocrite. But that did not mean I refused when I was asked to find the strippers for the bachelorette parties. Unfortunately, I had never been to a strip club and had absolutely no idea how to go about hiring a stripper. Fortunately, you can now find …
My Last Morning With Melissa
Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore. Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as I. Even so, she might never have come to my attention if not for the fact that we did our laundry at the same time of the morning. For many weeks we would pass by one another, nodding and wearing that friendly smile that one puts on around a stranger. I had, of course, noticed that she was an attractive woman. Being the man that I am, I never failed to let my eye be turned by a pretty face. Her petite figure and the delightfully graceful bounce in her step were a joy to behold. Having made note of her wedding ring though, I more or less considered her out of bounds as a possible playmate. Truthfully, that was more because of the actual proximity of her husband rather than any real personal ethic against adultery. To be completely honest, had I met her at a place farther from home, I might not have been quite so reluctant to become something more than just ‘that guy she met down at the laundry.’ Melissa, as I said, was a very attractive woman. She was about thirty as I recall, a bit younger than I was at the time. She was small, standing no more than five feet two inches tall and if she …