I pictured walking up behind you with a blanket wrapped around me, cause it was a little chilly and I didn't have anything on. And I pictured standing behind you with my hands on your shoulders and your left hand touching my right and your head tilting and your face touching my arm. And just standing there behind you listening to the sound of the rain. Toget...
We hadn't been talking for very long that night. You'd been busy and I hadn't wanted to disturb you. You're always so busy when we talk online, sometimes it's hard to have your attention. Teasingly, I ask you to give me some parting words of wisdom, something to think about before I go to bed. And you say "Think of me, fucking you from behind. Hard." Wel...
It's almost noon, and I'm still wearing the silky black slip I slept in last night. My dark red hair is tousled, hanging down around my shoulders. It feels sexy, the way each little movement of my head sends locks of my hair skimming across my bare skin, tickling me; it feels like I'm teasing myself. There's music playing in the background, "John, Ain't It H...
They had spent the day together. It was good again to have a companion, even if Justin J. Jeffreystone had not been quite her plan. He had taken her to see ruins and sights she and Sasha had not known existed, had taken her for lunch at a lovely little place up in the hills which she would never have found, and she had had a really super time. Frederika had...
"Ring, ring..." "Hello?" "Hi," he said in a deep, rich voice that made him sound as if he was a radio announcer. "Who's this? "I want to touch you," he said. "Pardon?" She looked at the caller ID, unknown caller. "You woke me up." "I want to touch you," he said again. "I want to feel you and fondle you through your clothes. "You want to touch me? You...
So I'm back! I tried a number of times to finish the Florist's Assistant series, but I just got away from it for too long. Hope you all enjoy this next piece - it's a sort stream-of-consciousness essay on domination fantasies and other things that turn me on. I'm writing the whole thing in one sitting... because I've had these thoughts chasing through my min...
David swiped his hand across the mirror, checking for stray stubble in the brief moment before the glass fogged up again. Satisfied, he continued to dry off, finally wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the bathroom door to a blast of arctic air, and stepping out into the hallway amid a cloud of steam. The clock on the wall directly opposite showe...
It used to be just you I'd fantasize about, but now she features, too. I've watched you so many times, timed my orgasm to yours. I've seen the sensual way you stroke her flesh and I've imagined your hand upon me, caressing me, knowing each place that craves your touch. I turn off my lights and open my blinds, hoping that there'll be a show tonight. Thankfu...
Hello Sir. I have been constantly wet since we were texting earlier and have held off masturbating for as long as i could but the need for release became too strong and so i took out a large dildo to use on myself. I had just taken a shower and so laid back on my bed, legs open wide and knees slightly bent. I started by slowing teasing myself, my fingers l...
The screen flickers beckoning. My room is in shadows – it's a warm sultry afternoon - I am feeling aroused. There is a message – I sense you are there. Easing myself into my deep chair I click on with excitement to open your story. I read as you write. - I remember you – the person, her sensuality, her giving, her appetites. I remember her voice, her respon...