Tonight as you ready yourself to climb into our bed, I am there waiting for you. My long hair almost covering my full breasts as I sit on my knees, my hands hidden behind my back. All that I am wearing is my devilish grin. As you lie down on the bed admiring me, I show you my hands. In them is a long black silk scarf. I gently pull your wrists together a...
Her Perfect Escape... A Never-Ending Tale When she awoke that morning, there he was – as close and as real as the sun shining in the bedroom window – penetrating every thought. She got up – reluctantly… made the bed with a new handmade cotton quilt – ivory with a beautiful garden of circles filled with purple violets, blue morning glories, and yellow roses....
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is...
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It came as always, unexpected, just as you had thought he was gone. Spirits lifted, hands trembling, fighting with the seal. Sitting at your desk, glancing around to see if anyone is taking notice of your behavior. Like a child on Christmas you tear at the wax held linen paper. The script the same, the thrill of reading still there. Turning away from the ope...
You awaken me from my after dinner nap with little kisses on my forehead. I smile and raise my lips up to yours. As always, you tell me you love me and I whisper “I love you too.” You pull me up, telling me you have to show me something. Hand in hand, I follow you down the hall. Pushing the door open, you lead me into our candlelit bedroom – candles ever...
Every night for the past week, the same thing. Not that he was complaining; hell no was he complaining! For his entire adult life, Mike’s dreams had been pretty normal. He had a few nightmares and wet dreams, but not many. Only rarely was a dream worth remembering when he woke up, but this one eluded his memory in spite of how hard he attempted to recall it...
"Shit!" She slammed the door and stalked into the house. He heard her stomp into the living room and heard the rustle of her coat as she tore it off and flung it onto the chair. He walked out of the kitchen and smiled at her, spatula in hand. "Hi, love. Apparently it was another rough day?" "I hate dealing with these people! Another lost re-fi and I've h...
The bedroom is lit by two dozen candles. Sitting on the antique furniture, they make it seem like a chapel, with the four poster bed the high altar. A stick of lavender incense adds its flavor to the atmosphere, making everything surreal. She lies on the bed beneath red satin sheets, covered to her neck. The upper sheet is untucked. Flat on her back, her ar...
Night is falling like a velvet hammer. Art and Cindy had been out hiking and playing with each other all day. Cindy wore her favorite denim skirt, it barely covered the curves of her ass and showed off her long tan legs. Her yellow blouse is tight at the waist with the top three buttons open to reveal ample cleavage. There is a hint of dark nipple visible wh...