Phan/ta*sy - 1. The image-making power: esp., the power of receiving and reproducing external impressions. Phantasy colliding with reality often bruises more than just an ego. I hate blind dates; they are the most enigmatic of societies mating rituals, and are fraught with hope, fear and unrealistic expectations. I have got to learn to say 'no', or at least...
My name is Worth, Penny Worth, and I love being in bondage, yep I know that's a conversation stopper but it is the truth! It all started when I was child by my reckoning, my mother leaving me in a harness on a dog chain to stop me wandering away when she was doing housework or working round the garden! It was done with the best of intentions by loving paren...
Here is the story that disappeared entirely without a trace from my computer the night before the Boston Marathon last year. It was originally called 'Solo Midnight Running,' and I've had to re-write it from memory. The two pieces of music referred to in the text are: 'Discover' by Nigel Good (original mix), and 'Fuck You Lady' by Macaco Bong (live studio)....
Julio's face cracked into a broad grin as he delivered my second videotape back after working his technical magic on it. "You got any more of this family to seduce, Sharon?" he asked, after passing me the package. "Maybe, maybe not," I laughed, pouring him a cold beer, "you'll see it all develop, I hope. How's my latest filming efforts?" Julio sipped on hi...
Cassia Montgomery stepped into her black leather pumps and smiled at what she saw in the mirror. The outfit she planned the night before looked just as she imagined on her curvaceous body. Her eyes started up her body slowly, starting at her feet. Now clad in a leather black pump, her size 7 feet looked like it was built for those shoes. Her toned calves led...
Broken Dates "What do you think?" asked Lana as she modeled her new dress in front of her husband. The emerald satin fabric hugged her wasp like figure and the low cut neck line accentuated her large breasts. She had just finished styling her long auburn hair into sexy curls that rolled half way down her back. She had eyes the color of green glass, rimmed i...
Note to My Readers: Sorry for the mistakes this chapter isn't edited, I just didn't want you guys to wait any longer. Other than that enjoy, vote and comment. Love you guys ♥ * Dean kept his eyes down as he walked back to his seat. Their waiter Tony placed down their meal and a bottle of wine, leaving without a word. Breathing in and out trying to contr...
I met her in a bar. It was a buddy of mine's birthday, and our crew had a corner booth in this joint downtown, drinking pints of beer. I was sitting with my back to the wall, as usual, so I could scope out the action, and I caught her looking my way. She was leaning over the brass rail of the bar, wearing tight blue jeans that showed off a real nice ass and...
Debbie never expected the suburban life to last. When she was 23 and knocked up by the bass player of her favourite indie metal band, the idea of giving up her hard partying life seemed so distant that she baulked at the idea. However when Isaac put down his bass, left "the Needlesnakes", and got a job at the nearby supermarket it all fell into focus for her...
The two men sat in the darkness of Ed's rooftop, a finished meal before them. "Well," said Ed, "that was quite a day. I hadn't expected that." "No, just a bit of ogling, not getting involved in their fantasy games. That was out of the blue. I never thought we had a chance of cumming in Steph's mouth. Perhaps by her hand but not that. They seemed to enjoy t...