We crash through the front door; hot and heavy for one another, trying to rip each other's clothes off while instinctively trying to kiss one another. We land on the lounge, panting, moaning and groaning for release. We want to ravish each other but are both really sweaty. I stand up and breath, and try to calm down and think clearly, I grab your hand and...
*Exactly what the title suggests, a brief fantasy between a man and a woman. Romantic depending on your definition of the term, though a little rough in places. Everyone is over the age of majority. No one real is portrayed - it's a fantasy people. - And in the 1st person, which is a bit different for me. Positive Comments appreciated, negative ones deleted....
Traffic was backed up to the bridge that I am sitting on, it is a lovely evening and I have the top down. The stars and moon look like a giant pearl surrounded by diamonds, as I gaze up at them. I am wearing a simple slip dress with stockings and a garter under it, a shelf bra, to thrust my breasts up and leaving the nipples exposed, and no panties. As I sit...
We sit together, quietly talking. We have been this way for a time. The talk begins to wind down and we become more self-conscious. The talk has been pleasant and covered many things, however we both feel a little awkward at this juncture. Though this has been building for some time, the first encounter is always a bit uncomfortable. We must decide to contin...
Monday - February 20, 2006 Authors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the ninth day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters...
You are a lovely sight. Your skin is ivory white, clear, soft and inviting. The contrast of your soft white arms held together at the wrists by the red silk scarf as you kneel on the royal blue satin sheets is almost patriotic. I ensure that the knot tying the scarf across your eyes is not too tight and does not catch your hair. Then I push you forward onto...
We're out somewhere, in a secluded park or elsewhere where there aren't many people around. I walk up behind you and throw my arms around you, holding you for a minute. While I'm behind you, like when you were playing pool, I start kissing your neck slowly and sensually. I can feel you letting go as I caress and massage your shoulders, across your shoulders...
You open the door, and before I can even see you, you've enveloped me in your arms. I can't catch my breath. I know you can feel my breasts pressed against you – heaving is so trashy-romance-novel, but God, it's true. We cling together. I notice you are breathing hard, too, as you step back from me. You tilt my face up and kiss me, ever so gently. At...
Hello My Dear, I had a vision of you and me in the shower. I would have had the soap in me hands and washed your body. My soapy hands would have covered your skin with a nice light massage. I would have started with behind you, soaping your shoulders and neck. Then, my hands would have found their way down your arms and then up your sides. I would have pull...
I stood looking at myself in the mirror of the hotel room I had rented for the weekend, my green eyes were lined with black and my lips had a sultry red lipstick painted on. I had pulled my burgundy hair into a messy bun with a few strands dangling around my face. As I fixed my black skirt I thought about what had brought me here to this hotel tonight, Leon....