Nap after school today. I dreamt like this: I'm at Lizzie's house. She's sitting there in her stupid little chair in the living room and she's just annoying me. Just babbling on about any such shit and it's really on my nerves, and not because she's an annoying person. She is, of course, believe you fucking me, but it's because I can see myself in her. I ke...
The only customer on a drowsy Sunday afternoon, the tall man in the cowboy hat and Western shirt was idly lagging the cue-ball up and down the table at "Redsticks", a billiards lounge on the Airline in Baton Rouge, when she came in and strolled over to the bar. A voluptuous woman, dressed much better than the pool-chickies who generally frequented this place...
Was it just my imagination when I would see my wife chatting with the landscaper that she would rub his bicep and laugh in a way that was more than customer and client? Was it my imagination that my wife upon my arrival at home if she was on the phone would chuckle in that high lilting voice that was a different tone than she spoke with her girlfriends? Was...
I hopped into the shower to clean myself off, just like every night. I recently came back from college. I had done 2 years so far and decided to come home and take a year off. When I told my parents about this they agreed to give me board but I had to get a job and go to church with them. I agreed to the terms and here I am. I had just got there. My parent...
Note: This is not a true story. My boyfriend wrote this story for me about our mutual fantasy after I told him I frequent this site. I liked it so much that I wanted to share it with the site that helped spark its inspiration. Let me know what you all think. ***** It was a warm summer afternoon we spent together. It was an afternoon that I had looked forwa...
"I`m sorry, miss, but this is wrong bill." Jack pointed at the piece of paper. He was in the small cafe near the center of his city, and it was a nice place - till this moment. "What`s wrong with the bill?" - waitress was young and pretty, and she spoke with heavy Eastern European accent. "It`s little too big, you see?" - Jack pointed at the sum. "It`s t...
I select a pair of tight black jeans, a white tank top and a second cream lace camisole for the top layer. A black G-string and fuck the bra, ah yes, simple black sandals, hair thrown up messily, knowing it will soon be down. Why? "House party?" my ass, as if you know how to throw a let-loose no holds-barred house party. But play the music and I will use yo...
She stepped into the elevator, holding the light summer raincoat tightly closed, and paused to press the button that would take her to the seventh floor where their offices were housed. She'd been planning this day almost from the moment he'd hired her as his personal assistant several months ago. It had all began innocently. In fact, the first time she'd...
Well, what can you say after 15 years of marriage when your wife asks you what you want for your anniversary present? Having had so many wonderful gifts over the years I was stuck. Both of us have struggled this year for ideas so I left the question open. My wife has a very sensuous body, a shapely firm bum and super 36b chest, standing at just over five f...
Feather Maid "You wanna lap-dance?" she asked. I looked in her eyes, then turned away so I didn't exhale my smoke in her face. She was a white girl, about 5'9" and in her late twenties. "How much?" I asked. "Twenty." I looked her body over. She was an hour past voluptuous on her way to cellulite city. I love women and all their imperfections, but if yo...