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March 15, 2007

The Admission

[full story is 4,267 words]

As she awoke she marveled at the softness and coolness of the sheets enveloping her. The warm soft sun shown through the sheer curtains, and as she rubbed her eyes, it dawned on her that she wasn’t quite sure where she was….

As she looked around the room and her eyes fell on him, it all came back to her. Dennis sat in the boudoir chair watching her with fiery eyes of interest. They had been casual friends for a while, and her drunken admission to him in conversation at a party the last night that she was into had gotten her an offer to spend Saturday with him. She knew him well enough to not refuse.

As she stretched he moved from the chair and silently moved towards her, taking something from behind his back as he neared her. Winding the piece of black cloth in his hands, he surprised her into stillness by placing it across her face and into her mouth, gently tying it in back, tight enough so that it dug in between her jaws a bit. Stretching out his hand in an offer of support he raised her to her feet, taking a moment to look at her in the wonderfully soft and silky teddy she had worn to bed. With a flicker of his eye and a quick wave of his hand he grasped the plunging neckline and ripped the silk right down the middle, allowing her breasts to bulge out and showing at the bottom of the rip her dark mound of pubic hair. He chuckled at the surprise in her eyes, and saw fit to speak to her.

“I know what you like, I can read it in your eyes, they are a very clear window to your soul. I can tell what you want, what you need. I happen to have complimenting needs, desires, and wants, and as so will do my best to fulfill yours while fulfilling mine. You will have little say in what goes on here, although if you feel that you cannot and will not take any more of a specific situation, then make it clear to me. Do not falsify the end of your wits or you will be punished for it.”

“Shall we begin?”

She nodded a silent yes to his awaiting gaze.

As he walked around her, he grabbed the low cut back of her teddy and ripped it down the back, and with a swift pull broke the snaps at the crotch and let the shredded garment fall to the floor. He paused to look at her shape, very soft and lovely, her milky skin, and warm brown hair. “Follow me,” he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and walked out of the room. She wasn’t sure where they were going, or if anyone else was in the large house…

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March 4, 2007

Amy - Fantasy Fuck II

story categories: sex stories, workplace sex, fantasies, big dicks
[full story is 2,977 words]

As I promised here is another one of my fantasies about Amy and me.

After our last session Amy is even more friendly when no one else is around. I also think that she has quit wearing panties because I don’t see any panty lines any more and sometimes I even wonder if she is wearing a bra. Like today. Amy is wearing a grey woman’s suit with a blue and black stripped silk blouse the front of which seems to move around a little more than usual. Its hard to tell since the suit jacket hides her nipples which would show were she not wearing a bra. Amy is in a playful mood today. Joking with everyone. We had some time during lunch for some conversation. She usually eats lunch out but didn’t today because she had some extra work to do. Some of the remarks she made would almost make a sailor blush. At least it did for her and me.

We both end up working late again. “This is getting to be a habit,” I said. Amy just laughed and said, “We had better be careful or people will start talking.” As if they already hadn’t, at least about Amy. I am surprised when she says to me, “How about coming to my place after work for a drink?” I said, “Sure. We’ll take your car and leave mine here. That way no one will see it at your place.” So we lock up the place and head toward her apartment.

When we arrive Amy says, “Why don’t you kick your shoes off while I go get comfortable.” So I do and prop my feet up on the coffee table. She calls from the other room, “What would you like to drink?” “Got any hard stuff?” I answer. “I can mix us up something. I’ll surprise you,” was her response. Well you could have you could have knocked me over with a feather when she came back into the room with our drinks. She definitely got comfortable. Amy was wearing this almost transparent top and a pair of short shorts. There was no question of what she was wearing under the top or shorts. That was NOTHING! Her nipples were hard and strained against the fabric of the top and the crotch of her shorts dug into her cunt showing the bulge of pussy lips and crease of her cunt slit.

She hands me one of the drinks and says, “How do you like it?” I must have been starring at her breasts because I almost spilt the drink and could just stammer, “I…I…it…it’s great.” Amy laughs and says, “No, I mean the drink.” Of course I hadn’t even tasted the drink yet. We both laugh. She sits next to me and we sip the drinks and talk about work, life, etc. The drink has its desired effect. We both begin to relax, except my cock. The longer I looked at Amy’s nipples making little bumps in the front of that top and felt the heat of her body near mine, the harder and harder my tool got. And pretty damned uncomfortable. An erect 8-inch cock doesn’t fit very well in a tight pair of pants. Especially if it’s bent in the middle. I put my arm on the back of the couch and she slides close. Her breast is now pressed against my side. The drink must have had the same effect on her as it had on me. I glance toward her crotch and it looked as though a wet spot was forming where the shorts disappeared between her legs.

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October 16, 2006

April Fools

[full story is 1,618 words]

A co-worker said to me, “Everybody’s got a broken heart story!” I imagine that they do. I had a lot of trouble getting over mine. You’ll never know how many times I wrote this story, reliving the moments described here. This is a true story. In the interest of my good mental health it’s far past time for me to post this story and delete all copies I have of it and be done with it. Don’t ask me for additional copies, real names or real places. Any mail I receive regarding this story will be ignored and forgotten.

April Fool’s Day of 1981 - “Playing the Fool”

I used to work nights at the hospital. I liked how quiet the hospital was on night shift. With only a few duties to perform, I often read all night long. At the end of night shift would come a beautifully still morning, where I could go downtown and take care of daily business before most people were awake.

The only problem with night shift is not being able to sleep with my girlfriend, Jane. Because her schedule was opposite of mine, she had stayed home all night and would go to work later in the day. The only time I had a chance to be with her was early mornings. I treasured these mornings we had together. My future plans at the time included not only mornings together, but living our lives together.

I walked softly down the hall in the early morning light, trying not to wake my neighbors in the adjacent apartments. I opened the door and threw my coat on a nearby chair. I tiptoed to the bedroom door hoping I could slide quietly into bed with my lover, Jane. As I neared the door, I noticed it was shut. As I stood just outside the door I heard a low sounding noise.

I will never forget what I saw next as I walked into the room. That moment will replay in my head for many years to come.
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October 5, 2006

Three-Way Play Room

[full story is 2,958 words]

Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess. Nonetheless, the offer to meet his friend in Georgetown sounded too good to miss - tired or not. The friend, according to CHIP, was “into leather”, and had his own playroom in his house. Although I consider myself to be fairly experienced, I had never gotten much into the leather scene. Most of the leather types I had met in the past had been nothing more than bank clerks dressed up in leather jackets and playacting. A definite turn-off as far as I was concerned. When Chip had described his friend to me the night before, this one sounded different, so I was looking forward to meeting the guy and - if things worked out - seeing what he had to offer.

We got a taxi easily at the hotel, and headed for Georgetown. Along the way, since neither of us had eaten dinner, we stopped for two pizzas to take with us. We drove along what appeared to be a major parkway for a while, and then Chip had to give the driver directions through Georgetown to his friend’s house. The house turned out to be a small, very ordinary looking semi-detached house along a very ordinary looking street. I was a little disappointed. I do not know what I had expected, but this didn’t look like it. We paid the driver, the cab left, and we walked up the walk to the front door and rang the bell.

Unlike the house itself, the guy who answered the door WAS everything I had expected - and more. He was about 6′2″, a little taller than me, and had the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. Standing in the doorway of this little house made him look even bigger than he was. He had short jet black hair and a thin inch wide beard running along the edge of his jaw. The beard and his rugged facial features made him look particularly formidable. He was wearing a loose sweat shirt and tight, faded jeans which outlined a nice looking piece of meat to the left of his crotch. It seemed to extend half way to his knees. We shook hands and he took our coats and threw them over a chair in the living room. His name was Mark. (click to read entire story…)


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September 5, 2006

Everything but Anchovies

[full story is 976 words]

It was a rainy and cool autumn night, a nice change from the long, hot summer. It had been a busy day and so I decided to call for a pizza to be delivered. In the meantime I took a long, hot shower to relax.

My husband was working very late. One child was sleeping and the other was gone to a friend’s house overnight. Just as I was rubbing soapsuds all over my body, I heard the doorbell ring. Wouldn’t you know it? I suddenly remembered that I had ordered a pizza. I knew that the delivery person would be standing in the rain, so I quickly put on a very short red silk robe. I was still wet so it was sticking to my body all over. I ran to the door and opened it to find the pizza kid who was also quite wet. I told him to come in out of the rain. When he stepped into the light of the hall, I was very happily surprised. He was about 6 feet tall, dark hair, brown eyes, very good looking, young but “old enough.”

I was immediately excited. My nipples got hard under the wet silk and I think he noticed. My robe was coming open a little bit when I took the pizza and went to get the money so he could see more of my breasts. I was shaking when I was coming back from the kitchen with the money and I dropped some of it. He helped me pick it up and I could tell he was breathing heavily.

When we stood up I noticed how hard he was. His cock looked so big even under his clothes that I knew I couldn’t resist trying to seduce him. (click to read entire story…)


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