For as long as I can remember, I've fantasized about the women I've found attractive. The following is a series of some of those fantasies (at least the ones that I can remember) about teachers, co-workers, classmates, women and girls from my neighborhood, etc. Although I'll accurately describe people, places, situations, and circumstances, I will (of course...
CHAPTER ONE Jenny looked at the clock as she poured herself her second glass of wine. It was 9 pm, and Joe still wasn't home yet. Tuesday was supposed to be his day off. She eyed her cell phone on the counter, biting her lip. Was it too annoying to call him to find out where he was? No. That was the wrong way to think. They were married. She was his life....
A few years back, I was having a glass of wine with my friend Maya. The topic of "fuck buddies" came up. It was something I had little experience with, but Maya knew a lot about. I primed her with glass after glass as she spilled the beans on a guy I knew of but didn't the depth of their relationship. So this one is based loosely on Maya's story, and is dedi...
The pain brought her to her knees, then pitched her forward, her face to the floor. If she had been in a yoga class, it would have been called Child's Pose and she would have been calm, relaxed, perhaps even in a state of bliss. Instead, she was rigid, either in the grip of a wave of agony, or simply in anticipation of the next horrid spasm. "Breathe; just...
Her ass was the first thing he noticed. It actually stopped him in his tracks as he was walking down the aisle at Macy's. He'd been looking around for signs pointing to the nearest cashier, when he was suddenly staring right in front at the shapely figure of a salesgirl, bent slightly forward on a table displaying neat stacks of dress shirts that she was put...
** This chapter is shorter and more of a set up for later chapters. I'm going to be slow about writing, so bear with me.** ***** Jim woke up to a strange feeling. "What happened?" He said. He rolled off the couch and hit the floor. He felt as though something was missing, or he lost something and wanted to go looking for it. The smell of bacon wafted over...
"Good morning," Veronica paused, "Hello? You alive?" Tom smiled at her. His face still wore a slightly sleepy look. His brown-blond hair, damp from the shower, had fresh tracks from a comb through it. His blue shirt, long-sleeved and buttoned down—was only partially buttoned up and his face, while clean-shave, still somehow looked like he had a bit of a sha...
John woke up in the morning, his date with Celeste was tonight but first he went to his desk and grabbed the files of Ava's hair he carefully unscrewed it's cap and grabbed the hair. He could feel his manhood pulsate in his underwear. He grabbed his waist band and his penis flopped out slowly it's length and girth grew, he got his phone watched some hairporn...
This story is true that happened on a family trip to Disneyworld in January 2013. I have always had groping fantasies, but never really had the opportunity to live them out other than a few brushes against willing ladies. I was not interested in throwing my marriage away, just have a little fun. Tonight would be the night. We had just seen the Fantasmic liv...
My cursor hovered over the “Watch” icon. My eyes shifted left, and then right. No one was home, actually, but I wasn’t taking any chances. The fewer people who knew about my fat granny fetish, the better. I actually prefer to call them “GILFs”, but most people call them “disgusting”, so I try to stay low key about it. Still, I had found an entire art accoun...