It’s in the middle of the night as your phone rings. You open your eyes slowly and hope it stops. It doesn’t and you drag yourself out of the bed. "WAT," you bellow into the phone. "Morning Baby," you hear me say, " I have a little surprise for you. If you want to know what it is, you had better get dressed and move your ass down to the beach." You hear th...
Dearest, I find myself at a loss of what to write to you. How can I put into words, the feelings you conjure, and the tantalizing visuals you produce in my head? How can I write a fantasy, knowing it will never be exactly what I want, because I orchestrate it, rather than we? When my lips brush yours, would you lightly stroke the nape of my neck with your...
It's raining today. The cold and wet makes me think I'd like to be inside with you, a fire blazing in the fireplace while you warm me from the inside out. We could sit on a blanket in front of the fire, your back against the couch and my back against your front, my hips pressed into yours, cradling your cock against my ass cheeks through our clothes. I l...
I waited inside by the door for him in nothing but a lacey bra and white lace thong. I want him to be inside me so bad, fucking my tight wet pussy with his big dick. My pussy aches from not being fucked. He came in the door to the hallway and I gave him a kiss that showed my intent leaving him turned on as I ran up the stairs with him chasing me. I made it...
One of my listeners that I converse with sometimes sent me detailed instructions for having a bit of fun one evening after work. Being the good, obedient girl that I am, I followed his instructions explicitly and recorded the result for his (and your) enjoyment. I generally explain what I'm doing throughout the audio but for those who want to know more about...
Your gaze arouses me. Your touch inflames me. Yours words excite me. From the tiny, feather light butterflies, that I can barely feel. Is it real? To the solid, "thwack" of your belt across my thighs, or the stinging of the crop on my arse cheeks. I am, as always, in total awe of your self-control. Myself, as usual, I am nothing. I am at the mercy of my...
Standing before the sink, she becomes lost in the soft swirl of suds circling the drain. Her mind busily runs over the myriad of things to accomplish before tonight. The world fades to shadow as she ponders the upcoming events. Tonight, for the first time in too long, she returns to the stage to perform with you. As always, the tight knot of gut-wrenching n...
SashaBunny [12:47 A.M.]: *cuddles up with you and nuzzles her head against your chest* FallenAngel [12:47 A.M.]: *stroking your hair* hi, you SashaBunny [12:48 A.M.]: hi. FallenAngel [12:48 A.M.]: you're purty. SashaBunny [12:48 A.M.]: *blush* FallenAngel [12:48 A.M.]: *kisses your blush* SashaBunny [12:48 A.M.]: *grin* you're nice. I like you. Fal...
I stand before you my emerald eyes, kissed with the ocean’s mist, lowered. My hair falls in gentle curls to my waist, my red silks clinging to the graceful curves of my body. You gently place a finger under my chin lifting my eyes to yours. Your hands move to my shoulders and with one swift movement my silks fall to the floor. Taking my hand you whisper, “co...
Note: This story is dedicated to one person, she knows who she is. It's a cold winter morning, just like any other where a thick blue blanket is pulled up to the chin while I watch you sleeping, cutely and serenly in our bed at the barely sunlit hour. I sit on the edge of the bed, and you have no idea that I am there, that I had moved earlier and already h...