I want to hide out where you work so I can follow you into the bathroom, pull you into a private stall, grab you by your hips and sit you up on the back of the toilet. My tongue would be probing inside of your mouth. I'd run my hands over your stomach and tits while I kissed you and position myself between your legs where I could feel your pussy getting warm...
[This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities are purely coincidental] * I'm Danielle, and I'm 19. but what I am about to tell you happened last year. I felt hornier than I have ever felt as I laid on an old couch resting up after a breakup with my boyfriend. He was such a jerk. The pains were lost suddenly, and the pleasures of ditching his ass have...
Andrea phoned me as she left work, "Hey, CJ," she started. "Hi, Babe," I interrupted her. "I'm just starting to cook. I was thinking comfort food tonight. How does chicken pot pie sound? I've got two breasts on the grill and I went to the farmer's market today. I bought leeks, celery, carrots and some other fresh veggies. Hope you're hungry. Oh, and there'...
I am a lesbian, but currently do not have a girlfriend, as a result of this I day-dream and fantasize about women more than one probably should. This is my all-time top fantasy in as much detail as I can get. The sound of "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails fills my ears as I sit down on the bed and lean into the wall behind me in deep anticipation. Holly walks th...
Because girls can soak the sheets, too... As I drifted off to sleep, my mind transported me to a huge, lavishly decorated warehouse. The walls, covered in metallic black and purple foil, were splattered with blood and had fake corpses and severed body parts hanging from them. A steady supply of glittering confetti rained down from the ceiling and came to r...
True Confession: Orgasm under color of authority When I moved to southern California from the Midwest I started to enjoy some of the benefits of the more open lifestyle. And one of those were the regular pride parades in the area. In this parade there was a contingent of "out" law enforcement workers. Hmmmm....funny when you write it that way. Can you say d...
The onion made Susan cry, not because she was cutting it, just the idea of it brought the tears. It was the layers, the curved layers that made her think of the layered folds of her girlfriend Angie's pussy. More correctly, the curved layers of the onion made her think of her ex-girlfriend Angie's pussy, hence the tears. Yeah, it had been quite a shock to h...
The warm moisture of her breath sighed softly as her lips closed around my nipple. I felt a pull as she gently sucked it into her mouth. Her lips protected the small, now tight nub from her teeth, for the moment. I closed my eyes not yet believing that this first moment was actually upon us. A cup of coffee became a look, which became a smile, then a kiss....
The girls faced each other in a small pocket of space on the streetcar. One had hair the color of the desert at sunset. The other had soft, onyx curls escaping from a ponytail and quivering by her cheeks. They stood as well as they could in the onslaught of other transit riders: self-centered, oblivious people that neither noticed nor cared about the others...
I have this office slave girl, sara by name. She likes it spelled with a lower-case 's' because she's a sub, you see. But I'm not her boss. In fact, I'm not anyone's boss. I'm just as low on the corporate totem pole as sara is on the sexual pole. But in her eyes, and hands, I'm the Boss, the Domme. After our boss leaves, usually about 4 PM in the afternoon,...