It was late and I was alone, hot and horny. A warm bath and a glass of wine did not help. Then, my phone beeped. It was my “pen-friend” from overseas. I had never seen her – only exchanged photo’s and e-mail. I knew she liked women, but I have been shy and nervous about same-sex relationships – something I’ve never tried before. Turned out, she was feeling the same way as I was. Our conversation started innocently. She asked, “What are you doing?” “Oh, just laying in bed..” I said. “What are you wearing?” she asked in a slightly husky voice. I hesitated and then said, “just a pair of silk boy shorts.” I heard her quick intake of breath and was secretly pleased. I knew she was picturing me in her mind. Her next question took me by surprise. “Describe your body to me…” she said.
It’s raining outside and you are on your way home from work. You are absolutely exhausted. The only thing you had running through your head while sitting in traffic is just to have dinner and go to bed. The headlights of your car beam through the house and I know you’re home.
You walk into a quiet, candle lit room. You immediately smell dinner and you begin to relax immediately. I tell you to sit down and watch TV. for a bit, dinner will be ready shortly. Your eyes begin to close, and then you see me walk towards you with 2 plates of food. You smile and then take another look closely. You notice that not only am I carrying the 2 plates, I’m also wearing nothing but an apron. Continue reading
Was it a dream or was it real…? My husband works the late shift and gets home around 10:30 in the evening. One night last week, he called to say that he would be home later than usual, probably ’round 1 or 2 in the morning. I expressed my sadness at the situation and asked him if he could hurry home because I was horny beyond belief. As I went to sleep that night, I tossed and turned at the desire for some good lovin’. I laid there in bed with a satin sleeper enjoying the soft touch of the material against my body. Laying down I wanted so desperately to cum, I began to explore the realm of pleasure in my own touches. It began with a soft caress of my breast. My hands sensually touched and massaged my breast till my nipples were erect and hard. The touch of my own hands on my breast through my satin sleeper made me even hornier. I began to circle my now hard nipples with my fingertips heightening the pleasure even more. Continue reading
She rolled on top of him and embraced him. Her mouth found his and she began to deeply kiss him.
His lips parted, he inserted his tongue into her mouth. He explored every part of her mouth running his tongue over hers. His hands were searching her body, finding her tight round ass, the swell of her hips, the cleft between her cheeks, her well toned thighs.
She laughed slightly as he brushed lightly against her sex. She held his face in her hands ad she deeply probed his mouth with her tongue. She broke her hold on his mouth as she pulled her body up against his. She moved up on him so that her belly was above his face. Continue reading
It was a stormy summer night. The rain had played along the night air on and off for hours as the party dragged on. I felt everything and nothing at the same time and my continuous laughter seemed to be contagious. Finally we found a moment to escape. An excuse to find ourselves alone playing in the rain.
The flirtation lasted only seconds as the rain began to soak us. He pulled me out of the light and with a strong embrace he pressed his lips against the rain soaked opening of my mouth. Are tongues lashed out at each other and we sunk our fingers into the flesh of each other’s bodies.
People were coming, yet we could not bring ourselves to stop. He pulled me farther into the darkness to a narrow path on the side of the house. The sound of laughter and music filled the air and the only light shown from the crowded room above. He pressed me up against the wall. Each kiss made me want more. I pulled him closer to me. Like an animal clawing at his prey, he yanked my bra down and fondled each breast, first with his hands and then with his mouth. Suddenly his tongue was between my legs. Continue reading
In this private moment, I permitted myself the privilege of enjoying myself, the self that was distinct in the mind of the person who consciously appreciated themselves apart from the assessment of others. In this moment of spiritual appreciation, with the sweetest aromas filling my senses, the snow fell silently outside my window. I felt the warmth of the water cascading over my body; I relished the act of squeezing the plastic tube of my Chopard shower gel in my hands, its orange transparency gracefully rising in my opened palm. I rubbed my hands together feeling its slippery lather lubricate my hands. I start lathering my arms, my shoulders, my neck. I could smell its enticing aroma filling up the steamed bathroom. I began smiling at an idea. Continue reading
A crowd of people, including myself, rush onto the elevator. This is the normal routine every morning of getting up to my office. After we are nicely packed in I glance over at the weight requirement and grumble to myself, “I should of took the stairs.” Our ride begins and I notice that I’m pinned up against someone, who happens to smell incredible, but there’s nowhere for me to go so I’m forced to stay pinned to this person.
“It would be my luck that this elevator has to stop on every fucking floor,” I think to myself, “shit, I work on the 23rd floor, this is already a bad day.”
In the midst of my thought I feel something hard poke me, confirming that this is a guy standing behind me, shit, if I was standing behind me I’d get hard too. I was wearing my favorite perfume and a short skirt suit so who could resist me. Anyway I try to ignore it but it started to feel good so I leaned back slightly so that I can fully rest my ass up against him. Noticing what I’m doing he chuckles to himself. Now that I’ve got him on the same page with me I slowly brush my ass from side to side across his dick. I feel him put both his hands on my hips to pull me closer into him. Continue reading
I’m sitting at the computer trying to get my thoughts together for this next fantasy. This is the first time I’ve ever had write’s block and it’s driving me crazy. I’m the most sexual person I know why can;t I think of anything? My boyfriend comes up behind me and starts to rub my shoulders. Leaning my head back to kiss him I tell him my dilemma.
“I need to have this done by the morning so I can send it to CAKE.
“Maybe if you take a break for a little while you can focus better,” he says.
“I can’t, I tell him, this has to be done now,” while running my fingers roughly through my hair in aggravation.
He slides my chair from underneath the desk and kneels in front of me, I grab his face and softly kiss him on the lips and I ask if I could be alone so I could finish.Totally ignoring me he starts to lightly kiss my entire neck then makes his way to my nipples taking one of them into his mouth through my silk nighty. Continue reading
I want to go to his house in nothing but heels, my cake thong and this long thin sweater I have. I would like him to be resting in the bed and when I walk in I want his mouth to drop. I want him to tell me how sexy I am while trying to unbutton my sweater. I’ll push him away and tell him if he wants anything under this sweater he’s going to have to strip for it. I can see his dick grow hard in his pants as he’s trying to find some music to dance to. The music is playing and he starts his show, he grinds his dick in my face knowing how bad I want it. Every time he brings it closer to my face I lick it through his pants. He pulls me off the bed and makes me apart of his little show. Continue reading
I’ve had my eyes on one of the tollbooth guys on the Triboro Bridge and we’ve been giving each other flirtatious looks and hard stares but nothing more. Anyway my fantasy would take place one late Saturday evening, I would be coming home, crossing the bridge like I always do, and making sure that I’m in his lane. I can feel my pussy throbbing just at the sight of him.
I reach out to hand him my money and he grabs my wrist, a little startled but excited we look into each other’s eyes and he slowly takes the money out of my hand and puts one of my fingers into his mouth. I feel his warm tongue circling my finger and I let out this really low and sexy moan and my panties are now soaked. He slowly pulls my finger out of his mouth and in a very seductive tone ask’s me if he can come home with me.
Without saying a word I nod my head and he quickly jumps out of the toll booth and hops in the passenger side. We speed off I can feel him undressing me with his eyes. I feel his hands sliding up my thigh and under my skirt, he never takes his eyes off of me. Continue reading
I envision me storming into my man’s house full of all his friends sitting around (just chillin) and I pretend to be furious about something and ask to see him in his bedroom. The confused but pissed look on his face because of the embarrassment and the fact that he has no clue about what I’m upset about instantly turns me on! He grabs my arm and flings me into the room and slams the door behind him asking me what the hell my problem is. I in turn swing the door back open and let him know that whatever I have to say his friends could hear. I kick my shoes off and take off my shirt and before he could ask what I’m doing I start kissing him really hard and take off his shirt. When I unbutton his pants he resists a little bit remembering that his friends are watching. I push his hands away and continue with my undressing. Continue reading
My fantasy would have to be about my sexy ass dance teacher. It would begin around 3:30 am, I would be lying in bed playing with myself to a picture of him and the phone would ring. Of course it would be him and the conversation would go like this:
“What are you doing, did I wake you?”
“No, actually I was just thinking about you (wiping my juices on his picture).”
“Lala, I want you right now, please come over.”
“Consider it done.” Continue reading
When the freezing air whips my face, I hear him telling me in the heat of summer how he couldn’t wait to kiss me in the cold. I remember screwing on the roof of a warehouse and hearing the subway screech by as he came. I walked around wet and bow-legged that afternoon, feeling sheepish and exposed and entirely his. Continue reading
It is a small bathroom. There is a candle burn on the sink and the air is filled with steam and the sweet smell of rain. A man and a women are sitting in a tub full of hot scented water. He is sitting with his back against the tub and she is between his legs; her back pressed against his chest. Their bodies are wet with the warm water of the bath and the sweat of their bodies pressed close. He brings his hands out of the water and gently cups her breasts with his warm palms. She responds by pressing her body closer. He begins to play with her nipple, making small circles with light touches. Continue reading
To be held, while fingers barely brush the tips of my hair there – the first hint of approach – just enough to make me anticipate what’s coming next. Tingling shocks run through me as I start to blossom and warm. Cupping me so I absorb the warmth of your hand – no movement yet. Then slight pulsing motions that I return with involuntary pulses of my own. Continue reading