She knows of my wants, my desires. I write them down to share, to remind her, to encourage her... The night starts simple enough. She makes dinner, a simple meal that we received in the mail. Nothing like trying new things for dinner to start a night of exploration. We finish the meal with light flirting. I clean up the dishes while she goes upstairs and fr...
How do I make my wife's triple-penetration fantasy a reality without involving other people? The question had seared through my brain as I lay in bed recovering from another energetic night of passion, admiring, in the dim light, the outline of my beautiful and very naked wife, happily enjoying her post-orgasmic sleep. And now, here it is, a month later an...
You're wearing a nice light breezy dress and sitting at your desk. I have arranged for people to have reasons to be in your office constantly all morning. As you come back from getting your coffee, I slip quietly under your desk and wait for you. A co-worker named Mark enters with you and as you slide your chair under your desk, your knee brushes against my...
I waited nervously until he knocked, three short raps. Nate had been a good friend for a few weeks now, but me, being in love with him, waited anxiously by the door until he knocked so he wouldn’t have to wait as long. Silly, I know, especially since I had no idea if he liked me as more than a friend. The way I liked him. No, the way I /loved/ him. I opene...
Taking my keys out of my bag in the elevator, I lean my exhausted body against the wall. Looking forward to just taking off this suit and perhaps laze in a nice bubbly bath. Looking for work has taken a toll on me, especially spending hours today going from agency to agency. As I turn the locks on my apartment door, I notice the sounds of a shower running...
He sat watching TV, the patterns of color projected across his shirt. She descends in the corner with her little smile and tucks her wings into a jaunty angle, kneeling at his feet. "Hello." Only his eyes move, then they slide over her with the impersonal flow of water over rocks. His head moves briefly up in the economical acknowledgment involving the min...
She stares nervously at the number on the door: 437. Fighting her instincts, her urge to cut and run, her hand reaches up and swiftly raps on the wood. Immediately it opens, as if he were waiting on the other side, equally anxious of their first meeting. Her eyes lock on his beautiful brown ones, his handsome olive complexion, his black hair sprinkled with a...
5 Jul 1863 Dear Madam., It is with a profoundly dour heart and soul that I write this letter. I must extend my personal and deepest condolences, for your beloved Captain Daniel F. Beauregard, has been struck down on the field of battle near Gettysburg. He fought with a valiance that awed his men and impressed his superiors on countless occasions. Always le...
I held my breath and tried to smother my terrible nerves. Darien, a girl I had befriended from my first period English class, had called my phone and asked me to come over to her place. From the tone of her voice I could tell she had been crying. I had told my parents I was going to her house to work on homework, and the excuse was bought without a second th...
She walks up to the hotel door and raps three times. She feels the butterflies in her stomach as she awaits her lover to answer the door. It has been several weeks since their last "meeting" and she is anxious to be with him again. She feels her heart pounding when she hears the door being unlocked. A surreal feeling overcomes her as she sees this sexy man o...