To The Top

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 To The Top

Writers’ Block

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 Writers’ Block

Striptease

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 Striptease

Token Trade

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 Token Trade

Photo Album

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 Photo Album