Finally it was over, it was Sandra's last day at her current job. All she wanted to do was go home and relax for a few days before she started her new job. She was so happy she wouldn't have a long commute anymore. This would be her last ride on BART for a long time. 'I'm not going to miss this' she thought, as she got on the Richmond bound train, already ge...
You know how dreams surface from the depths of your mind. The subconscious thoughts and desires can create feelings and images so real that ... Yes, they are so real that the dream ........well this is how it happens. The sheets felt like cool silk against her skin as she settled down for the night. It felt good to lay there covered only with the cotton of...
I had known Jess for years, and I’d only seen her face in pictures. I met her on the internet and we became friends over an extremely great distance. We finally decided to meet after half a decade of wishing it was possible. She decided she wanted to meet me when she was 18, and I bought the plane tickets as her birthday present. I wasn’t flying to her, she...
Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves. Our bodies were nestled together, spooning, as I soaked in the sight and feel of her silky smooth warm skin against me. My senses slowly aroused, feeling the soft warmth of the back of her thighs and firm ass pressed against my awakening...
"Cynthia, you certainly enjoyed yourself tonight," I said as we got back to our hotel room from the party. "You must have hardened every cock there tonight at least twice." "It was fun. That crowd needs a little livening up," Cynthia replied laughing, a bit tipsy from champagne. "Still, dancing a bit too close to your partners, smoldering glances with tho...
Carla sighed, twirling a strand of dark brown hair around her finger. The only thing worse than waiting for a bus, was waiting for the last one of the night. It always came an hour after the second to last one and there were no restaurants or stores around in which to kill time. All you could do was sit. There were other things...at least Carla had Dan with...
For Alli Introduction A Yank named Pat. A native of the Land Down Under named Alli. Two people who met by chance, and in the realm of dreams, were allowed to fly for a while together. These are our stories. Stories that fall somewhere between dreams, hopes, and fantasies. Part One, Alli's Vision is an extended transcript of a chat log between us on 11/30/...
She was bent face down over a waist high bench. Her arms were tied so they hung in the air, forming a cross of her upper body. The bench was padded and soft supporting just her abdomen and allowing her tits to hang freely. Her legs clad in garter and stockings were tied spread wide. This allowed perfect view of her wet cunt and puckered asshole. Her long blo...
"I hate Valentines Day!" Heather was sobbing into a box of chocolates. The classroom was empty except for Heather and the large heart-shaped box. Crumpled sheets of paper littered the floor along with slivers of construction paper and the mashed ends of crayons ground into the moldy, grey carpet. Heather scanned the chocolates as fat, self pitying tears sl...
Sitting on my couch watching TV and being bored, I had been texting my friend Eric for a while. Next thing I knew, he actually called me. I was so shocked. I mean, we always talked on the computer or by text, but not actually talk. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Sitting here watching TV and being bored and lonely." "Why don't you come over here? There's...