I don't know much about politics, and I don't really understand world affairs. I don't really know much about anything, and maybe that's why I've made so many mistakes in my life. * * * I certainly don't know why the United States invaded my country. What this forgotten little land in Eastern Europe could have to offer, I couldn't guess. My husband says i...
When I walk in the door you’re in the bathroom, hair back in a ponytail, putting on your make up … as if you need it, lovely as you are. I peek in the cracked door for a moment before saying anything. You feel me… standing next to you. Turning your head a bit and your eyes following over to me, you peer at me over your shoulder. I see a slight smile start to...
I will look at you. Stare into your eyes, melt into them a little, hold your gaze for as long as I can bear. I will hold you. You will rest your head on my shoulder and I will tangle your hair around the tips of my fingers, gently idling with your silky curls for a minute as we breathe slowly and deeply, your arms around my waist. We will draw closer, my fi...
We had the cabin for the weekend. The kids had things to do Saturday morning. So, one of the Grandparents said they would drive them up after the kids were done. Friday we got a late start up there, and barely got the place heated up before it was time to get some sleep. So much for our romantic evening alone, but getting some sleep was a great thing on it’s...
"Professor Ryan?" "Yes?" "Hi. My name's Beth; I sat in on your Erotic Literature 101 class today. I really want to join the class but it looks full. I was hoping you still had space available?" She added a smile to the end of her sentence, hoping for a positive response. Beth gazed at the man pondering her fate, acutely aware that she didn't look like a...
This is my first attempt at this, so all comments are welcome... * Harry lifted himself up from her, sucking in a deep breath to help recover from the recent exertions both had made. He looked down at Emma, naked as she was and breathing heavily, laying there on his kitchen table her knees still wide apart, her hands reaching up above her head and holding...
This short story was written as a fantasy for Wicked Kitty. I hope all enjoy. * This will be our first date we have, not yet met. We have had correspondence on the computer through email. We have learned a little about each other. We know what each other likes. The foods we like. The places we like to go to. What turns us on. We feel that it is time to mee...
Taking her two index fingers Daphne slipped them into her mouth, pulling apart her cheeks before lowering her head onto the engorged prick in front of her. Sliding as much of the throbbing erection down her gullet as possible, she slobbered noisily upon Mr. Dickinson's cock, for after all, she was a noisy slut. She felt him place his hands onto her shock of...
You're in the kitchen cooking dinner wearing your red robe. I just came back from work. I see you from behind, sneak up on you and cover your eyes. I say, 'Knock Knock!', your hands grab my waist from behind and you pull me closer. You say, 'Who's there?' I say 'Oh you,' You turn around and look at me. 'Oh you who?' I gently whisper into your ears, 'Oh you l...
for a very special woman named Kris Sitting in her car outside the hotel, Kris was wondering what she was doing there. Her husband was away on maneuvers and somehow she had let Joe talk her into meeting him. At first, she had rejected the suggestion as out of hand. But Joe had this knack of saying something sweet or sexy, and over a couple of weeks, she h...