Dearest Marissa, When I think that we only met two weeks ago, I can't get my head around it. It's as if each 24-hour period has been filled with a year's worth of emotions, experiences and thrills. Each brief conversation reveals more of your history, personality, hopes and ambitions. I feel like I've entered a room filled floor to ceiling with your inner t...
I went shopping today. I thought about finally seeing you, and I walked into the Victoria's Secret store. They have this pretty new bra called "Desire". Apt name I think... since I wanted to wear it for you. It's lace, and low cut, and when I tried it on, it cupped my breasts like I imagine your hands will. Thank goodness it comes with thongs. Did I ever tel...
I see you every Sunday at Church. Always dressed in a conservative but elegant manner. Yellow seems to be your favorite color and it suits you beautifully. In the warm weather I imagine that the sun dress you wear might reveal the silhouette of your beautiful figure if the sun shone at just the right angle as you walk through the parking lot. Your jewelry...
I met this guy online, who wrote me the most erotic sex fantasies. I finally managed to act one out, exactly as he told it ... so here is what happened. Since the setting was my office, I got very turned on by the idea of using my actual work office for the scenario in the story. Like in the story, I'm usually there late one or two nights a week. Surprised...
You always manage to make me smile. When we are all sitting at the table eating dinner and you lean over to tell me a silly joke or smart remark to the conversation going on. To you, I'm sure it is innocent fun, but I wish you knew that for me...it is much, much more. When I hear the rasp in your mature voice, I imagine that voice telling me to get down on m...
[Names have been changed to protect the guilty. The innocent can look after themselves] ***** I dated Alec for a few months when I was in my twenties and we fucked a few times either side of that, just as buddies. He was a sweet guy, maybe a bit too sweet for me. The kind of sensitive New Man who would send me links to feminist websites with emails saying...
It's been a little while since I've heard from you. My quiet evening at home has been interrupted several times with thoughts of the last time we saw each other. Those thoughts of you have been keeping me warm on this cold winter night, and I can't wait until the next time I get to see you. I can't focus on anything I'm doing: the tv can't hold my attention....
You don't see me, hiding behind the sheer curtains of my apartment, looking out my window into yours. You don't see me holding binoculars up to my eyes to take you in as you slip out of your work clothes (how can any woman make office attire look so sexy?). You don't see me peaking in on you during a private moment when you reach down to touch yourself betwe...
Sometimes when I am with my new lover, I can only come if I can imagine you there, waiting to eat his cum out of me, waiting to suck his cock clean of my juices. I know that you are not really there, and I know that it's not healthy, sometimes it even makes me cry because you're not there, frances, and I wish I didn't want you to be there. I wish I didn't ne...
This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the contest new rules is not allowed in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. "She discovered early on that soldiers would pay her an extra two bi...