She awoke at 5:30 AM without the assistance of her alarm. The excitement that had been building in her since he left her arms last evening was enough to set off her internal alarm. He would be home from work in about 2 hours and she wanted it to be a homecoming like no other. She had partially prepared the bedroom for his return the night before and now just...
I wrote this as a long string of text messages for my baby doll. It's not specifically erotica but there are hints throughout. So please forgive any punctuation or minor editing errors. She asked me for a princess story. OP delivers. ***** Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a far away castle. She was beautiful and kind and the people of her...
She knew what the end result was going to be. It didn't matter what she said or what she did. If she resisted, he would only make it more brutal, more severe. Deep down there was comfort in the fact that she had no choice. Deep down she knew in the end he would be the one to carry her into the shower, to wash her, bathe her body in sweet scents, softly dry h...
I have to hurry he will be expecting me. i look at the note again. Short and simple. White baby doll, white thigh high stockings, and white open toe heels. Meet me at "our" place. My shower is done. Shaved, as he likes it. Just the way He likes it, nails long and painted. I look at my clock. 20 minutes before I have to leave. My stomach is full of butterflie...
Cynthia hugs the soft white terrycloth bathrobe around her body against the chill from being slightly damp after her shower. Her mind is at peace. Cynthia feels so alive after a shower and the special attentions of the evening. Cynthia still marvels at how well Rex understands her wants and needs. They have only been an item for a few short months. Cynthia...
Jonathon couldn’t see her face, only the slim, sexy legs dangling on the side of the sofa. He peered through his apartment window, squinting and cursing at himself for not buying the binoculars that were on sale last week. Her skirt rode high on her thigh, a mini-skirt that reminded him of the schoolgirl fantasy he’s had for decades. Her stockings were opaqu...
WRITER'S NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT TRY WHAT IS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY, IT IS ALL TO DANGEROUS. IT IS INTENDED PURELY FOR FANTASY PURPOSES AND NOT TO INSPIRE THE READER TO TRY ACTUAL ACT. ___________________________________ Lil and I, we had a game, a high stakes game of risk. We reveled in the drama. Nobody ever knew, save a few souls who we let witness. We did...
The story sounded like it came from a braggart who would tell you whatever he believed you would believe just as long as it made him look like a stud, except that I knew the man telling the story and I believed him. I was having lunch with an old friend from my army days. Jeff was in from Boston for a sales convention and we had arranged to meet for lunch a...
The mall was pretty empty, being a weekday afternoon. Actually, if it wasn't empty, I wouldn't be there, with all the teen girls, looking much too mature for the goofy boys who followed behind them. Mix in the families with 17 kids on leashes, and assorted old ladies who think they are entitled to cut the lines, just because they can, and you've got a perfec...
I'm not your beauty queen, runway model, Barbie Doll or beautiful Princess in the storybooks. I am however to a lot of men a Goddess of sorts. Webster defines a Goddess as a woman whose charm arouses adoration, and according to those who do know me, I have an attitude and outlook on life that can charm the best if them, just as a Cobra can charm his enemy....