Lusting For Sara
By Silky
It wasn’t easy being a horny little virgin in an all-girl high school. That was a confusing time for me. I was certainly boy crazy and had plenty of opportunities to explore the opposite sex, but I just didn’t want to waste my first time on anyone who wasn’t worthy.
I guess you could say I was a stuck-up little princess. I wasn’t about to let just anyone plunder my perfect body. And so my senior year rolled around and my cherry was still firmly intact. Which is not to say my high-school years were void of sex. There was never a shortage of young studs trying to get up my skirt, and while I enjoyed their attempts, none proved worthy of getting beyond third base. Perhaps it was their pathetic groping that pushed me closer to the fairer sex.
I spent four years immersed in feminine beauty. Everywhere I turned I was surrounded by snotty little rich girls in sexy uniforms. It’s no wonder my heterosexual fantasies were interrupted by dreams of girls kissing and licking each others naked pussies and breasts.
By my senior year, I was starting to worry about myself. I was becoming obsessed with my roommate, Sara, who seemed to be taunting me with her incredible body. Sara was probably the only other virgin in our class. Like me, she had plenty of suitors, but she was determined to hold out until she turned 18.
She was a few months younger than me, and I often wished I were a guy so I could nail her myself. She was so gorgeous — from her honey-blonde hair to her long, slender legs. I wondered what she would think if she knew how I yearned to suck her pink nipples and lick her tight little ass.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Closet Space
I have an online friend that just will not open her own blog to share her stories on and being she sent it to me to read, I'm going to post it here for everyone to read as well, as it's quite good. All I did to it was do a little spell checking and the rest is all written by her. The story is actually about a real online love story between two girlfriends. You will enjoy it.
Closet Space
By Jen
Jen was just finishing lighting the last candle when she heard the doorbell ring. She glanced at her watch. 9 pm. Right on time. She took one last look around her condo and started towards the door. She took a quick peek through the peephole to make sure it was her expected guest..."can't be too safe these days"...she thought to herself.
She opened the door..."Hi Kimberly. I'm glad you decided to stop by."
Kimberly smiled and said. "Well the #1 rule to keeping clients is keeping my promises."
Jennifer motioned for her to come in and as she brushed past her, Jen leaned in and whispered very softly in her ear..."The only thing is, I'm not your client.....yet." As she said "yet"...Jennifer nuzzled her nose against Kimberly's ear. This sent a warm wave through Kimberly's body. "Is she coming on to me?" She thought to herself. Nahhh no way...she shook the thought away and made her way inside. "You have a beautiful condo. I love the huge bay windows and the fireplace!"
"Thank you. I went ahead and made a fire...I know its pouring down out there and I figured you might be a little wett". Wett...yeah u could say that, Kimberly thought to herself.
Closet Space
By Jen
Jen was just finishing lighting the last candle when she heard the doorbell ring. She glanced at her watch. 9 pm. Right on time. She took one last look around her condo and started towards the door. She took a quick peek through the peephole to make sure it was her expected guest..."can't be too safe these days"...she thought to herself.
She opened the door..."Hi Kimberly. I'm glad you decided to stop by."
Kimberly smiled and said. "Well the #1 rule to keeping clients is keeping my promises."
Jennifer motioned for her to come in and as she brushed past her, Jen leaned in and whispered very softly in her ear..."The only thing is, I'm not your client.....yet." As she said "yet"...Jennifer nuzzled her nose against Kimberly's ear. This sent a warm wave through Kimberly's body. "Is she coming on to me?" She thought to herself. Nahhh no way...she shook the thought away and made her way inside. "You have a beautiful condo. I love the huge bay windows and the fireplace!"
"Thank you. I went ahead and made a fire...I know its pouring down out there and I figured you might be a little wett". Wett...yeah u could say that, Kimberly thought to herself.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Triangle of Lust
I had a very good trip away this weekend for the 4th of July. It didn't stop me from writing, as it's my passion now. I hope everyone had a good holiday and hope you like this long story.
Triangle of Lust
By Silky
It was Susan's first full day at college. She decided she may as well check out the student coffee shop and auditorium, and as she entered the coffee shop, she saw her neighbor Nicole across the room, sitting amongst a group of girls.
Nicole saw her at the same time and beckoned her over. As she arrived at Nicole's group, Nicole welcomed her, 'Hi Suzi, meet everyone, this is Jeanette, Sally, Jean, and, sorry I've forgot your name', 'Melonie', answered the redhead in question, shyly. 'Everyone, this is Suzi, my next door neighbor in Freedom Hall.', continued Nicole, finishing the introduction. There were a chorus of 'Hi'es' and 'Hellos' from around the table as Susan joined them. Susan tried hard to keep names with faces, but failed immediately. Susan learnt that they were all on Nicole's course, and that they had just met. She quickly felt at home with this group, swapping details about home-towns, courses, grades etc..
Triangle of Lust
By Silky
It was Susan's first full day at college. She decided she may as well check out the student coffee shop and auditorium, and as she entered the coffee shop, she saw her neighbor Nicole across the room, sitting amongst a group of girls.
Nicole saw her at the same time and beckoned her over. As she arrived at Nicole's group, Nicole welcomed her, 'Hi Suzi, meet everyone, this is Jeanette, Sally, Jean, and, sorry I've forgot your name', 'Melonie', answered the redhead in question, shyly. 'Everyone, this is Suzi, my next door neighbor in Freedom Hall.', continued Nicole, finishing the introduction. There were a chorus of 'Hi'es' and 'Hellos' from around the table as Susan joined them. Susan tried hard to keep names with faces, but failed immediately. Susan learnt that they were all on Nicole's course, and that they had just met. She quickly felt at home with this group, swapping details about home-towns, courses, grades etc..
Friday, July 3, 2009
Intense Friendship
I'm going away for the next 3 days, so everyone have a safe and happy 4th of July weekend.
Intense Friendship
By Silky
Alyssa and Debbie had known each other for less than a year and had become very close friends in that span of time. Both talked to each other about anything and everything, and enjoyed each others company. Though Debbie was nearly ten years older than Alyssa, she was amazed at how mature this 18 year old actually was.
Debbie asked Alyssa to move in with her in the following months. Alyssa never thought about Debbie in a sexual way until one night, after nearly a month of living together, Debbie told a joke and while laughing, placed her hand on Alyssa's thigh. Immediately, Alyssa's pussy started to throb … soaking herself … Alyssa made her way to bed, only to bring herself to an intense orgasm while thinking of licking Debbie's throbbing clit.
Alyssa laid in Debbie's arms watching the rise and fall of her chest. Many nights Debbie had fallen asleep while lying on the bed chatting with Alyssa. Alyssa was more of a night person than Debbie was, however, Debbie was usually awake at 6:30 a.m. It hadn't taken long for Debbie to fall asleep. Alyssa brushed the hair away from Debbie's face and lay there thinking of how peaceful she looked. Their lives would not be peaceful if Debbie ever found out how Alyssa fantasized about her every night and had brought herself many times to orgasm. She would probably kick her out, Alyssa imagined.
Intense Friendship
By Silky
Alyssa and Debbie had known each other for less than a year and had become very close friends in that span of time. Both talked to each other about anything and everything, and enjoyed each others company. Though Debbie was nearly ten years older than Alyssa, she was amazed at how mature this 18 year old actually was.
Debbie asked Alyssa to move in with her in the following months. Alyssa never thought about Debbie in a sexual way until one night, after nearly a month of living together, Debbie told a joke and while laughing, placed her hand on Alyssa's thigh. Immediately, Alyssa's pussy started to throb … soaking herself … Alyssa made her way to bed, only to bring herself to an intense orgasm while thinking of licking Debbie's throbbing clit.
Alyssa laid in Debbie's arms watching the rise and fall of her chest. Many nights Debbie had fallen asleep while lying on the bed chatting with Alyssa. Alyssa was more of a night person than Debbie was, however, Debbie was usually awake at 6:30 a.m. It hadn't taken long for Debbie to fall asleep. Alyssa brushed the hair away from Debbie's face and lay there thinking of how peaceful she looked. Their lives would not be peaceful if Debbie ever found out how Alyssa fantasized about her every night and had brought herself many times to orgasm. She would probably kick her out, Alyssa imagined.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Convention
The Convention
By Silky
I had spied on her from across the room at the annual convention for businesswomen, one of the younger representatives among women in a room full of executives, much like myself. She was being cocooned by the older men of the corporate world, all very engaged by her beauty.
Most of the women were dressed in tropical print shirts and dresses, somewhat conservative, but festive. She stood out with hip riding tight white pants and a blue and white print halter top that showed off her tan belly, arms and back. Her hair was rich brown and long, presenting a sleek look.
All the women made jealous comments and I wondered if that was just covering the intrigue they felt for her. I know that she had enticed me, but my mouth was shut, afraid of spilling my thoughts out.
I walked over and sat down, blending into the conversation about work and home.
“No, never married.” And “No kids” were easy answers that got raised eyebrows from both sexes. I could almost feel the envy of the women and could imagine the gossip of how lonely I must be. Deep down, they wished they had my freedom. The men become a bit more interested at these answers figuring I was more attainable and more needy than the siren. Even at 30, I had kept myself in shape being curvaceous with full breasts, rounded hips and a firm, but prominent ass. I wore a short skirt that clung to my hips, a low cut print tee that swept between my breasts. I was definitely luscious in my own right.
The men were fun to talk to, but no one caused my thoughts to linger like her. As the liquor flowed I had a feeling of alcohol sadness knowing that I was not willing to settle, so my alternative was going back to my room alone.
I finished my cocktail and gave a last glance to see where she was. She had paired up with a low life, who though very married, made his way into many women at these conventions, including me once. I felt sorry for her. She deserved more than he had to offer.
By Silky
I had spied on her from across the room at the annual convention for businesswomen, one of the younger representatives among women in a room full of executives, much like myself. She was being cocooned by the older men of the corporate world, all very engaged by her beauty.
Most of the women were dressed in tropical print shirts and dresses, somewhat conservative, but festive. She stood out with hip riding tight white pants and a blue and white print halter top that showed off her tan belly, arms and back. Her hair was rich brown and long, presenting a sleek look.
All the women made jealous comments and I wondered if that was just covering the intrigue they felt for her. I know that she had enticed me, but my mouth was shut, afraid of spilling my thoughts out.
I walked over and sat down, blending into the conversation about work and home.
“No, never married.” And “No kids” were easy answers that got raised eyebrows from both sexes. I could almost feel the envy of the women and could imagine the gossip of how lonely I must be. Deep down, they wished they had my freedom. The men become a bit more interested at these answers figuring I was more attainable and more needy than the siren. Even at 30, I had kept myself in shape being curvaceous with full breasts, rounded hips and a firm, but prominent ass. I wore a short skirt that clung to my hips, a low cut print tee that swept between my breasts. I was definitely luscious in my own right.
The men were fun to talk to, but no one caused my thoughts to linger like her. As the liquor flowed I had a feeling of alcohol sadness knowing that I was not willing to settle, so my alternative was going back to my room alone.
I finished my cocktail and gave a last glance to see where she was. She had paired up with a low life, who though very married, made his way into many women at these conventions, including me once. I felt sorry for her. She deserved more than he had to offer.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Yellow Roses
This is a short romance type story I wrote last night. It can be for either sex, no matter your preferences. I suggest doing this one day with your lover, which can put a spark in a struggling relationship or a fire in a more serious relationship.
Yellow Roses
By Silky
A single yellow rose arrives at the office for you, along with an envelope. Inside the envelope are a key and a note. The note reads: "Your presence is requested promptly at 7pm tonight. Don't be late or suffer the consequences."
At the appointed time you arrive at a hotel room with a note on the door telling you to follow the yellow brick road. When you walk in the door a room full of candles and a bed full of yellow rose petals greets you. There is another single yellow rose on the pillow. As you look around the room you find rose petals in a trail on the floor. You begin to follow the path of petals when you come across another note, “Pick up the remote on the table and press play.” Soft love songs begin to play from somewhere in the distance.
You finally come to the end of the yellow brick road, which has brought you to another door and a note. This one reads: "Welcome to Fantasy Island, please come in and make yourself comfortable." When you open the door you are greeted by you lover in a tub full of bubbles and a bowl of grapes.
I invite you to join me, if you dare. Of course, you take the dare and rush to join me. Before you get in the tub I tell you that once you get in, there is no turning back. You look a little confused, but take a chance anyway and join me in the tub. Once you are in the bubbles up to your neck, I tell you that I am in complete control this evening and as long as you cooperate I will fulfill your every desire and satisfy your every need before the night is over.
Yellow Roses
By Silky
A single yellow rose arrives at the office for you, along with an envelope. Inside the envelope are a key and a note. The note reads: "Your presence is requested promptly at 7pm tonight. Don't be late or suffer the consequences."
At the appointed time you arrive at a hotel room with a note on the door telling you to follow the yellow brick road. When you walk in the door a room full of candles and a bed full of yellow rose petals greets you. There is another single yellow rose on the pillow. As you look around the room you find rose petals in a trail on the floor. You begin to follow the path of petals when you come across another note, “Pick up the remote on the table and press play.” Soft love songs begin to play from somewhere in the distance.
You finally come to the end of the yellow brick road, which has brought you to another door and a note. This one reads: "Welcome to Fantasy Island, please come in and make yourself comfortable." When you open the door you are greeted by you lover in a tub full of bubbles and a bowl of grapes.
I invite you to join me, if you dare. Of course, you take the dare and rush to join me. Before you get in the tub I tell you that once you get in, there is no turning back. You look a little confused, but take a chance anyway and join me in the tub. Once you are in the bubbles up to your neck, I tell you that I am in complete control this evening and as long as you cooperate I will fulfill your every desire and satisfy your every need before the night is over.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tender Desires
This is one of those stories I didn't know where to end it at. It's long, way longer than I intended it to be. I hope you will enjoy it. I wrote the entire story on my laptop while I was laying in the sun on the beach. That's one hell of an image ain't it? lol Me typing, rubbing myself the whole time, while the sun bakes me and makes me hotter than usual.
Tender Desires
By Silky
Looking back on it all, I wonder how it ever happened. I thought I was happily married; in fact, I was. But curiosity can be a strange thing and I guess I had always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. My husband had rented porno a couple times per month and we watched the movies together. It seemed like every movie had at least one scene of two women together. Not exactly a turn-on for me, but interesting nonetheless. Maybe it was the movies, maybe it was simply my curiosity getting the best of me, but somehow I gave in to my hidden desires.
Gail and I had been friends for several years. She was almost 30, cute, with strawberry- blonde hair, a bubbly personality, and, like me, a petite body. She was eight years older than me, but we hit it off almost from the very beginning. We went everywhere together and enjoyed each other's company immensely. Sometimes we talked all night. We laughed. We cried. When I was down, she had a knack of bringing me back up. Nothing ever seemed to upset her; she was one of those rare people who always seemed to be on an even keel.
Tender Desires
By Silky
Looking back on it all, I wonder how it ever happened. I thought I was happily married; in fact, I was. But curiosity can be a strange thing and I guess I had always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. My husband had rented porno a couple times per month and we watched the movies together. It seemed like every movie had at least one scene of two women together. Not exactly a turn-on for me, but interesting nonetheless. Maybe it was the movies, maybe it was simply my curiosity getting the best of me, but somehow I gave in to my hidden desires.
Gail and I had been friends for several years. She was almost 30, cute, with strawberry- blonde hair, a bubbly personality, and, like me, a petite body. She was eight years older than me, but we hit it off almost from the very beginning. We went everywhere together and enjoyed each other's company immensely. Sometimes we talked all night. We laughed. We cried. When I was down, she had a knack of bringing me back up. Nothing ever seemed to upset her; she was one of those rare people who always seemed to be on an even keel.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Stripper Fantasy
Sorry I have been away for so long. One of my uncles died and I went to stay with that part of the family and now I'm back. Carlie and I collaborated on this one while we were away.
Stripper Fantasy
By Silky & Carlie
I’d never been to a strip club before. Not by myself anyway. I’d gone to a few with my guy friends while I was in college. Just to hang out and have a few drinks with the boys, but never by myself. Let me tell you, I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even bi; at least not yet. I’m guess I’m sort of curious. The thought of fucking another woman turns me on. But I’ve never seen or met a woman who turns me on so I think I’m just not attracted to them. Besides that, I absolutely LOVE dick. The thought of a nice thick dick makes my mouth water. My fiancé Omar’s dick is the right size, shape, and thickness and keeps me more than satisfied at home. Lastly, I’m not in college anymore; I’m a successful executive. So taking all this into account, I had to wonder what I was doing at BabyDolls by myself on a Saturday night.
Omar had gone out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two days and my kitty was crying to be fed. I was at home smoking a little herb and trying to get some satisfaction from my favorite dildo, Junior but it wasn’t working and the weed only made me hornier. I decided I needed to be entertained a little and somehow I ended up at this strip club. I walked in and looked around for a seat. I found a table next to the stage and ordered a vodka and cranberry. BabyDolls is what I call a ghetto strip club. There are no G-string divas up in this spot. Ghetto rap music about hoes, pimpin, and ass is what blasts over the speakers and girls don’t do much more besides bending over and making their ass cheeks clap.
Stripper Fantasy
By Silky & Carlie
I’d never been to a strip club before. Not by myself anyway. I’d gone to a few with my guy friends while I was in college. Just to hang out and have a few drinks with the boys, but never by myself. Let me tell you, I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even bi; at least not yet. I’m guess I’m sort of curious. The thought of fucking another woman turns me on. But I’ve never seen or met a woman who turns me on so I think I’m just not attracted to them. Besides that, I absolutely LOVE dick. The thought of a nice thick dick makes my mouth water. My fiancé Omar’s dick is the right size, shape, and thickness and keeps me more than satisfied at home. Lastly, I’m not in college anymore; I’m a successful executive. So taking all this into account, I had to wonder what I was doing at BabyDolls by myself on a Saturday night.
Omar had gone out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two days and my kitty was crying to be fed. I was at home smoking a little herb and trying to get some satisfaction from my favorite dildo, Junior but it wasn’t working and the weed only made me hornier. I decided I needed to be entertained a little and somehow I ended up at this strip club. I walked in and looked around for a seat. I found a table next to the stage and ordered a vodka and cranberry. BabyDolls is what I call a ghetto strip club. There are no G-string divas up in this spot. Ghetto rap music about hoes, pimpin, and ass is what blasts over the speakers and girls don’t do much more besides bending over and making their ass cheeks clap.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Blond and Brunette
Blond and Brunette
By Silky
She reached out and ran her fingers through the woman's blond hair, so strikingly different from her own dark hair. The blond was beautiful and timid. She moved closer to her, eager to feel the heat of her mouth.
She cupped her head with both hands and leaned over to kiss her. The blond looked at her with frightened eyes, but yielded to the pressure of her lips. Soon the two women were exploring each other's mouth passionately. They embraced each other, never parting lips. The blonde's body was soft and compliant.
The brunette broke the embrace, and began slowly undoing the other woman's blouse. She looked to one side of the bed, where a man was seated. He was watching their movements with great interest, and stroking his cock. She smiled at him, and he returned the look, encouraging her to continue.
The blond woman was panting slightly, her eyes closed. The brunette continued to undress her, until at last she was naked. She shed her own clothing quickly, once again joining the other woman on the bed. The feeling of another woman beneath her sent waves of pleasure through her body.
The brunette began to explore the blonde's body with her hands and mouth. She suckled hungrily at one of her pink nipples, which grew firm and insistent in her mouth. One hand moved gently down her body, until it was between her legs. She could feel the woman's slick desire, and she encouraged it, rubbing at her clit and slipping two fingers inside her.
By Silky
She reached out and ran her fingers through the woman's blond hair, so strikingly different from her own dark hair. The blond was beautiful and timid. She moved closer to her, eager to feel the heat of her mouth.
She cupped her head with both hands and leaned over to kiss her. The blond looked at her with frightened eyes, but yielded to the pressure of her lips. Soon the two women were exploring each other's mouth passionately. They embraced each other, never parting lips. The blonde's body was soft and compliant.
The brunette broke the embrace, and began slowly undoing the other woman's blouse. She looked to one side of the bed, where a man was seated. He was watching their movements with great interest, and stroking his cock. She smiled at him, and he returned the look, encouraging her to continue.
The blond woman was panting slightly, her eyes closed. The brunette continued to undress her, until at last she was naked. She shed her own clothing quickly, once again joining the other woman on the bed. The feeling of another woman beneath her sent waves of pleasure through her body.
The brunette began to explore the blonde's body with her hands and mouth. She suckled hungrily at one of her pink nipples, which grew firm and insistent in her mouth. One hand moved gently down her body, until it was between her legs. She could feel the woman's slick desire, and she encouraged it, rubbing at her clit and slipping two fingers inside her.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Stuffed Desires
Stuffed Desires
By Silky
I awoke my usual time again this morning...7am, feeling the usual flicker of warmth emitting from between my legs. Occasionally I experience the unbearable portion of it and sometimes if I ignore it, it goes away. I bet you already know what "it" is, but if you don't, I'll tell you. "It" is the need to feel something hard rubbing on my clit. "It" is the need to feel light touches grazing my nipples..."It" is the need to be teased to point of be agonizing. And then "it" is the need to reach an all-consuming, satisfying release. But, unfortunately, I cannot come to that gratifying conclusion.
I am a twenty year-old college junior whose only companionship is 3 stuffed animals that share my queen size bed with me. My tiger, Sebastian, a big 5ft long stuffed animal with an extending long tail, that's 5ft on its own. And then there is of course the standard Mickey and Pooh bear, both 2.5ft. Me being the shy person that I am could never acquire the nerve to buy a dildo, even though I was bold enough to purchase several vhs tapes of porno, which I might say is gratifying only for a couple of minutes before it looses its excitement.
Threesome Warmup
Threesome Warmup
By Silky
I met Michelle where we worked a few years ago. We hit it off instantly. She was a tall gorgeous brunette with big dark eyes and olive skin. Her breasts were full and voluptuous. Every man in the place wanted her. Maybe even some of the girls. One day when we were having lunch, she asked me if my husband had ever asked me to be involved in a threesome.
"So, has Tony ever asked you to be with another woman?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't anything I seriously considered. I told him if he wanted me to be with another girl, he would have to be with another man first and I know that's not gonna happen," I said to her.
"Yeah, I understand," Michelle said.
"Why, did Kevin say something to you?" I asked.
"He has brought the subject up every once in a while. I just don't know if I can bring myself to do it. I never thought about being with another girl before," she said.
"HA! me either. I mean, if I did, I'd have to really give it some serious thought. It's not something I would go into blindly. I would be afraid that he might want to be with her more than he would want to be with me. I think that might bother me a little bit." I finished.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," she said.
We both sat there the rest of the day doing our work, every once in a while glancing at each other with giggles. It was a little weird to be discussing having a threesome at work.
The next day Michelle came in looking just as good as the day before. She had a tank top on that really showed off her great breasts. I couldn't help but look at them whenever I got the chance.
By Silky
I met Michelle where we worked a few years ago. We hit it off instantly. She was a tall gorgeous brunette with big dark eyes and olive skin. Her breasts were full and voluptuous. Every man in the place wanted her. Maybe even some of the girls. One day when we were having lunch, she asked me if my husband had ever asked me to be involved in a threesome.
"So, has Tony ever asked you to be with another woman?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't anything I seriously considered. I told him if he wanted me to be with another girl, he would have to be with another man first and I know that's not gonna happen," I said to her.
"Yeah, I understand," Michelle said.
"Why, did Kevin say something to you?" I asked.
"He has brought the subject up every once in a while. I just don't know if I can bring myself to do it. I never thought about being with another girl before," she said.
"HA! me either. I mean, if I did, I'd have to really give it some serious thought. It's not something I would go into blindly. I would be afraid that he might want to be with her more than he would want to be with me. I think that might bother me a little bit." I finished.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," she said.
We both sat there the rest of the day doing our work, every once in a while glancing at each other with giggles. It was a little weird to be discussing having a threesome at work.
The next day Michelle came in looking just as good as the day before. She had a tank top on that really showed off her great breasts. I couldn't help but look at them whenever I got the chance.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Fraternal Twin Lovers
Fraternal Twin Lovers
By Silky
I was already asleep when Sam slides into bed with me. We have had separate rooms for years but we’ve always slept together for as long as I can remember and even before that. Sam and I are fraternal twins. He was quite likely spooning me in the womb, before becoming my “big brother” by nudging me aside and entering the world 32 minutes before me.
The mattress shifts slightly with his weight and when Sam lifts the covers, air warmed by my body drifts across my face. A cold draft of air rides in on Sam’s long body and still mostly asleep, I move against him trying to replace his chill with my warmth. I’m wearing a tank top with a tiny pink ribbon bow between my breast and thong panties. Sam is nude so his body temperature could quickly adjust to mine.
Sam's scent is soon drifting in tiny drafts of heat from beneath the blankets. He smells of Irish Spring soap, and something else…something musky and spicy. I roll over to face him. Fully awake now, I move closer and burrow my nose against his smooth broad chest, inhaling, trying to find the source of that “something” scent.
That warm spicy Sam-smell makes me press my thighs together in a creamy rush of heat and compels me to lick his tiny nipples. I rub my whole body against him, sleepy, warm, cat-like, my own nipples are tiny tight pebbles beneath cotton...satin skin and cotton against raw silk. My little cunny is damp and hot behind my thong. Shorter than Sam by a good eight inches, my narrow feet rub rhythmically up and down his calves.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Megan's Desires 2
Megan's Desires (Part 2)
By Silky
It took Megan a minute to remember where she was. Sleep tried to cling to her stuffed animals, but she pulled herself up, feet finding the floor and hurrying to the bathroom. Normally, she was a bit grumpy in the morning, but not today. A slow secret smile crossed her lips as the memory of her dream, or what she thought was a dream, floated back to her. She splashed some cool water on her face, still trying to wake up fully. The condo was quiet, she guessed Gina was still asleep. She padded to the kitchen, marveling at how relaxed she felt. She gave a small squeak as she rounded the corner, meeting Gina’s smile head on.
"Sorry..." she laughed, "...didn't mean to scare you."
Megan composed herself. "I thought you were still asleep."
Gina asked, "You sleep well?"
Megan beamed. "Like a log!"
Gina gave a low chuckle, "I thought so, sounded like a good one."
Megan gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"
Gina grinned. "Oh come on, I heard you!"
Megan’s mouth opened in shock, her face went red. "You heard?"
By Silky
It took Megan a minute to remember where she was. Sleep tried to cling to her stuffed animals, but she pulled herself up, feet finding the floor and hurrying to the bathroom. Normally, she was a bit grumpy in the morning, but not today. A slow secret smile crossed her lips as the memory of her dream, or what she thought was a dream, floated back to her. She splashed some cool water on her face, still trying to wake up fully. The condo was quiet, she guessed Gina was still asleep. She padded to the kitchen, marveling at how relaxed she felt. She gave a small squeak as she rounded the corner, meeting Gina’s smile head on.
"Sorry..." she laughed, "...didn't mean to scare you."
Megan composed herself. "I thought you were still asleep."
Gina asked, "You sleep well?"
Megan beamed. "Like a log!"
Gina gave a low chuckle, "I thought so, sounded like a good one."
Megan gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"
Gina grinned. "Oh come on, I heard you!"
Megan’s mouth opened in shock, her face went red. "You heard?"
Megan's Desires 1
Megan's Desires (Part 1)
By Silky
Megan set the last of her stuff on the dressing room table. She looked up and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind went over the past couple of weeks, as the move hadn't been so bad, she didn't have a lot. Just a bed, some clothes and her stuffed animals.
She wondered how Gina could afford this huge condo, not to mention, all the goodies inside of it. The offer to move in with her was too good, which made her mind wander quite a bit.
Megan had just turned 18, two years younger than Gina. Although the difference in their age was only two years, Gina seemed much more mature than most of the girls she had known. She was cool, her outgoing personality drew Megan out of her shell.
Gina was constantly on the go and so much fun to hang out with. Anywhere they went, cute guys and girls seemed to show up. Megan was a little jealous of Gina’s looks. Long curly blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders. It was wild, always messy yet very sexy, surrounding an adorable, not so innocent face. Her body was perfectly proportioned. Just right boobs with a saucy 'they're real' bounce to them. A softly curved tummy flared out to hips that moved like she was in heat. Nothing about her was forced, which made her even hotter. When she smiled, dicks got hard and pussies got wet.
By Silky
Megan set the last of her stuff on the dressing room table. She looked up and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind went over the past couple of weeks, as the move hadn't been so bad, she didn't have a lot. Just a bed, some clothes and her stuffed animals.
She wondered how Gina could afford this huge condo, not to mention, all the goodies inside of it. The offer to move in with her was too good, which made her mind wander quite a bit.
Megan had just turned 18, two years younger than Gina. Although the difference in their age was only two years, Gina seemed much more mature than most of the girls she had known. She was cool, her outgoing personality drew Megan out of her shell.
Gina was constantly on the go and so much fun to hang out with. Anywhere they went, cute guys and girls seemed to show up. Megan was a little jealous of Gina’s looks. Long curly blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders. It was wild, always messy yet very sexy, surrounding an adorable, not so innocent face. Her body was perfectly proportioned. Just right boobs with a saucy 'they're real' bounce to them. A softly curved tummy flared out to hips that moved like she was in heat. Nothing about her was forced, which made her even hotter. When she smiled, dicks got hard and pussies got wet.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Casual...to Best Friends
Casual...to Best Friends
By Silky
Jessica sat there and shook her head. This girl was so beautiful, but so naïve. No matter how much she hit on her, Karen wouldn’t take the hints. Sitting on the couch, the two had been talking for over an hour now. Karen always just within arms reach, no more. Every time Jess pulled her close she scooted away. She pulled Karen over again, wrapping an arm around her. “Listen, you’re beautiful, why don’t you believe me?” Karen went scarlet and shook her head. “I am just not used to hearing such compliments, especially not from another woman.”
Jessica smiled, she was so innocent. She wanted her, bad. She took Karen's chin and turned it to face her. Jess looked into Karen's beautiful blue eyes, becoming lost in them. Karen squirmed slightly uncomfortable under Jess’s gaze. Jessica finally shook her head and smiled. “Listen Karen, I gotta tell you something.” Karen nodded slightly. “S.. Sure.” Jess shook her head. “Words are terrible, does this say enough words?” With that she leaned close kissing Karen gently on the lips, moving close to her, pulling her into the kiss. Karen went rigid, she was being kissed, her first kiss, by a girl at that! She didn’t know what to do, so sat there a moment. She suddenly realized how aroused she was, but that wasn’t possible, women were not meant as lovers, yet this girl was kissing her. She finally kissed back, startling Jessica only slightly. This move emboldened Jessica into running a hand to Karen's shoulder and brushing her long beautiful hair aside. Karen felt herself spiraling out of control and into Jessica’s. Jessica grinned, nibbling the other girl’s neck, licking it, feeling a rush at every moan and shiver elicited from Karen. She kissed her bare shoulder and quickly undid the buttons on Karen’s blouse then her own. She kissed the tops of Karen's breasts, elated at the soft moans Karen made. Jess ran her hands behind Karen, quickly unfastening her bra, kissing her chest a few times. Karen’s breasts were beyond amazing. Jess dragged her tongue across the tops of Karen's breasts getting a louder, throaty moan from that.
My Hot Neighbor
My Hot Neighbor
By Silky
The house across the street had only been for sale for a couple of weeks before it sold. I was cleaning the breakfast dishes, when I heard all the commotion from across the street. I quickly finished the dishes and walked to the big front window to watch my new neighbor move in. I had no idea who had bought the house, so needless to say I was excited to see what my new neighbor looked like. When I looked out the window, there were two large moving trucks in the driveway. There was a red car parked along the curb in the street. Besides the moving men, there was a woman standing in the driveway. All I could make out about her was that she was tall and had long, blond hair. Her hair stopped at her mid back. I could definitely tell she was the new owner. She was directing the moving men around.
I ran into the kitchen to grab a chair to place in front of the window. I now knew my new neighbor was a woman. Now I had to find out if she was married. I was hoping she was single. To be perfectly blunt, I was praying that not only was she single, but that she was a lesbian. I've been a lesbian for about five years. I broke up with my girlfriend of three years six months ago. The separation literally broke my heart. Now I'm ready to go out and meet someone new. How perfect this would be!
Sweet Jessi
Sweet Jessi
By Silky
Sometimes there are “fringe benefits” to a job that you never even think of. Like the time Jessi’s mom asked me to come over and help paint their kitchen one weekend. I thought it would be a nice diversion to watch Jessi while I worked, which was a lot less boring than doing chores for my parents.
I knew Jessi from school, of course you couldn’t help noticing her. She was in her Junior year, so I didn’t see her much…only a glimpse in the hall now and then. But that glimpse was enough to keep you going for the whole day. She was kind of small, and nice soft curves everywhere you looked. She had great breasts and a lovely rear that you could watch forever. Sad green eyes looked out of a round face, and a cute red mouth. Her hair was brown and straight, but curled under at the shoulder.
Jessi’s mom asked me to paint her kitchen, the money was is all I really thought about. It would be nice to see Jessi, but I had conditioned myself not to hope for too much. Too many nights of aching need had left me a little bolder and more cynical. I never expected anything to happen between her and me.
By Silky
Sometimes there are “fringe benefits” to a job that you never even think of. Like the time Jessi’s mom asked me to come over and help paint their kitchen one weekend. I thought it would be a nice diversion to watch Jessi while I worked, which was a lot less boring than doing chores for my parents.
I knew Jessi from school, of course you couldn’t help noticing her. She was in her Junior year, so I didn’t see her much…only a glimpse in the hall now and then. But that glimpse was enough to keep you going for the whole day. She was kind of small, and nice soft curves everywhere you looked. She had great breasts and a lovely rear that you could watch forever. Sad green eyes looked out of a round face, and a cute red mouth. Her hair was brown and straight, but curled under at the shoulder.
Jessi’s mom asked me to paint her kitchen, the money was is all I really thought about. It would be nice to see Jessi, but I had conditioned myself not to hope for too much. Too many nights of aching need had left me a little bolder and more cynical. I never expected anything to happen between her and me.
Internet Lust
Internet Lust
By Silky
Sitting all alone in my room, I knew I had hit rock bottom. I had just gone through one of the most horrific relationships I’d ever had. At least it was over and I was better off for it. Our sex life wasn’t the best but at least there was some sex in my life. Not the type of sex I desired or really needed, but you know even bad sex is good sex. I knew I wasn’t going to do without sex but what was I going to do. Sure I have my toys but what kind of a life is that, go to work, come home, indulge in self pity, then indulge in self-satisfaction with my toys. Masturbating day after day by myself isn’t the life I‘d hoped to be living at 30 years of age. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy my toys and enjoy masturbating but I want and need more than that just haven’t the foggiest where to find it. Then I remembered a friend from work had told me about her exploits on the Internet. She’d told me about all the steamy relationships she’d had online and now she’s met this wonderful man whom she’s been seeing in person or over a year. I didn’t know a damn thing about the Internet or computers but I decided, what the hell, I’m was going to find out. As lonely as I was feeling I figured it couldn't hurt.
By Silky
Sitting all alone in my room, I knew I had hit rock bottom. I had just gone through one of the most horrific relationships I’d ever had. At least it was over and I was better off for it. Our sex life wasn’t the best but at least there was some sex in my life. Not the type of sex I desired or really needed, but you know even bad sex is good sex. I knew I wasn’t going to do without sex but what was I going to do. Sure I have my toys but what kind of a life is that, go to work, come home, indulge in self pity, then indulge in self-satisfaction with my toys. Masturbating day after day by myself isn’t the life I‘d hoped to be living at 30 years of age. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy my toys and enjoy masturbating but I want and need more than that just haven’t the foggiest where to find it. Then I remembered a friend from work had told me about her exploits on the Internet. She’d told me about all the steamy relationships she’d had online and now she’s met this wonderful man whom she’s been seeing in person or over a year. I didn’t know a damn thing about the Internet or computers but I decided, what the hell, I’m was going to find out. As lonely as I was feeling I figured it couldn't hurt.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Lil Black Skirt
(This was written by a friend of mine a few years ago)
Lil Black Skirt
By Alicia
She looked like the kind of girl that could be pressured into doing almost anything. You know the type. Insecure and maybe a little confused. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she was attractive nonetheless, and there was something about her that turned me on.
I was attending a gig at which a friend of mine was performing with his band at a local community center. The place was full of college co-eds just hanging around checking out the music. There was your basic purple haired, eyebrow pierced freaky kids that usually attend the shows, but there were also a few “normals” and more than a couple decent looking girls. As the band onstage broke into their first song, I glanced through the swarm of moshing girls and caught a glimpse of nice pair of legs. After a small change in positioning I saw the owner of the legs. She was around eighteen or nineteen years old and wearing the shortest little mini skirt I have ever seen. At first I wondered if she was cold, due to the fact that it was still winter, but soon my mind was drifting to more deviant thoughts.
Sometimes when a girl wears revealing clothing she carries herself with confidence and poise. This girl was not one of those. She looked insecure and uncomfortable, always trying in vain to pull her little black skirt a little lower down her legs. I wondered if her choice in dress for the evening had not been influenced by some horny boyfriend. She did not seem like the kind of girl to wear revealing clothing to attract guys. As I studied her, a young man walked over to the girl and kissed her on the cheek. They continued to be quite close and I realized that this was the “horny boyfriend”. He was about the same age as her, and dripping in sweat from the mosh pit. Poor kid. Didn’t even realize his girlfriend was about to get fucked.
Lil Black Skirt
By Alicia
She looked like the kind of girl that could be pressured into doing almost anything. You know the type. Insecure and maybe a little confused. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she was attractive nonetheless, and there was something about her that turned me on.
I was attending a gig at which a friend of mine was performing with his band at a local community center. The place was full of college co-eds just hanging around checking out the music. There was your basic purple haired, eyebrow pierced freaky kids that usually attend the shows, but there were also a few “normals” and more than a couple decent looking girls. As the band onstage broke into their first song, I glanced through the swarm of moshing girls and caught a glimpse of nice pair of legs. After a small change in positioning I saw the owner of the legs. She was around eighteen or nineteen years old and wearing the shortest little mini skirt I have ever seen. At first I wondered if she was cold, due to the fact that it was still winter, but soon my mind was drifting to more deviant thoughts.
Sometimes when a girl wears revealing clothing she carries herself with confidence and poise. This girl was not one of those. She looked insecure and uncomfortable, always trying in vain to pull her little black skirt a little lower down her legs. I wondered if her choice in dress for the evening had not been influenced by some horny boyfriend. She did not seem like the kind of girl to wear revealing clothing to attract guys. As I studied her, a young man walked over to the girl and kissed her on the cheek. They continued to be quite close and I realized that this was the “horny boyfriend”. He was about the same age as her, and dripping in sweat from the mosh pit. Poor kid. Didn’t even realize his girlfriend was about to get fucked.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Lusty Cabin
Lusty Cabin
By Silky
After a hard week at work Cindy just wanted to get away from it all, especially the men in her life. Her boss was an insensitive brute trying to work her to death and her now ex boyfriend she still wasn’t ready to talk about. A trip to the country to meet Julie was just what she needed. She tossed her bag in the trunk and pushed the button to lower the top on her convertible. She was still dressed in her blue business skirt and matching jacket. Letting her hair down to blow in the wind, she pulled out of her apartment parking lot and headed towards the highway.
Camp Counselors
Camp Counselors
By Silky
It was the first day of a long summer, and while I was excited to begin my fourth year as a Counselor at Camp Tawkwa, I was still smarting from being dumped out of the blue the night before. I had been with Lauren for 18 months, and it had always been perfect. We were even planning to share an apartment on campus for senior year. As I straightened the quilt on my bed and folded my clothes neatly in my trunk, I thought about the events of the preceding night, my last night in the city before two months in rural Canada.
We’d had dinner at an Italian place, her favorite, and after a few too many glasses of wine, we went back to my house and had amazing sex on the couch for an hour while my parents were out at some benefit dinner. Then on her way out the door, she told me it wasn’t working for her and there was someone else, someone from her internship. I cried and pleaded, but she told me this girl – this woman, actually, as she was in her thirties, way older than Lauren – was right for her and that she’d been thinking about breaking up with me for some time. I didn’t get much sleep and had to be up at the crack of dawn for my bus.
By Silky
It was the first day of a long summer, and while I was excited to begin my fourth year as a Counselor at Camp Tawkwa, I was still smarting from being dumped out of the blue the night before. I had been with Lauren for 18 months, and it had always been perfect. We were even planning to share an apartment on campus for senior year. As I straightened the quilt on my bed and folded my clothes neatly in my trunk, I thought about the events of the preceding night, my last night in the city before two months in rural Canada.
We’d had dinner at an Italian place, her favorite, and after a few too many glasses of wine, we went back to my house and had amazing sex on the couch for an hour while my parents were out at some benefit dinner. Then on her way out the door, she told me it wasn’t working for her and there was someone else, someone from her internship. I cried and pleaded, but she told me this girl – this woman, actually, as she was in her thirties, way older than Lauren – was right for her and that she’d been thinking about breaking up with me for some time. I didn’t get much sleep and had to be up at the crack of dawn for my bus.
Twin Sister 3way
Twin Sister 3Way
By Silky
My name is Kelly. I am twenty-one years old with long blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and nice, tan 34d tits. I live with my identical twin sister, Kayla in a nice condo right off of campus. We are both juniors at a local University, and frankly pretty bored with all campus life has to offer here. We were also both virgins, until we were recently that is, let me share the story.
For as long as I can remember my sister and I both have considered being a twin a tremendous blessing. Besides doubling the clothes, shoes and other belongings, we have had quite the fun, playing games and tricking our friends and boyfriends. One of us would go on a date to a movie with our boyfriend and then excuse ourselves, and the other would come and replace her and make out with the guy most of the movie. Not like a guy would notice in the dark, and even if he did, like any guy would really be mad?We pretty much had a rule, that however far one of us went with a guy the other one had to do the same, so we were always equal. We in essence shared all our boyfriends, but we never knew what they really meant until we met Dave.
By Silky
My name is Kelly. I am twenty-one years old with long blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and nice, tan 34d tits. I live with my identical twin sister, Kayla in a nice condo right off of campus. We are both juniors at a local University, and frankly pretty bored with all campus life has to offer here. We were also both virgins, until we were recently that is, let me share the story.
For as long as I can remember my sister and I both have considered being a twin a tremendous blessing. Besides doubling the clothes, shoes and other belongings, we have had quite the fun, playing games and tricking our friends and boyfriends. One of us would go on a date to a movie with our boyfriend and then excuse ourselves, and the other would come and replace her and make out with the guy most of the movie. Not like a guy would notice in the dark, and even if he did, like any guy would really be mad?We pretty much had a rule, that however far one of us went with a guy the other one had to do the same, so we were always equal. We in essence shared all our boyfriends, but we never knew what they really meant until we met Dave.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
My Hot Sister
My Hot Sister
By Silky
It all started when I when I woke up this morning. I had been doing some rather important schoolwork on my computer and grew tired, so I saved and let the program run all night. And when I woke up, my computer was frozen and refused to boot. I tried to salvage the information through another OS on a separate partition, but to no success.
Distraught that I had no report for my literature assignment due that day, I went and took my usual morning shower. This time, however, I accidentally walked in on my beautiful 18-year-old sister, Jen. She's a very shapely girl, though not too tall at 5'5". She has beautiful, long, blonde hair and a body to die for. Her curvature is astonishing as her 35c breasts take shape, going down her slender body and curving lusciously at her hips, to her perfect, full, firm buttocks. Her breasts firm and lightly tanned, her areolas just larger than silver dollars, and her nipples large and very, very pink. I don't think I've ever seen a more exciting a sensual body in my life! Moving to her blonde muff, cleanly and neatly shaved except for a small path above her woman-hood. As I stood there staring at this magnificent site, she looked back toward me and screamed.
By Silky
It all started when I when I woke up this morning. I had been doing some rather important schoolwork on my computer and grew tired, so I saved and let the program run all night. And when I woke up, my computer was frozen and refused to boot. I tried to salvage the information through another OS on a separate partition, but to no success.
Distraught that I had no report for my literature assignment due that day, I went and took my usual morning shower. This time, however, I accidentally walked in on my beautiful 18-year-old sister, Jen. She's a very shapely girl, though not too tall at 5'5". She has beautiful, long, blonde hair and a body to die for. Her curvature is astonishing as her 35c breasts take shape, going down her slender body and curving lusciously at her hips, to her perfect, full, firm buttocks. Her breasts firm and lightly tanned, her areolas just larger than silver dollars, and her nipples large and very, very pink. I don't think I've ever seen a more exciting a sensual body in my life! Moving to her blonde muff, cleanly and neatly shaved except for a small path above her woman-hood. As I stood there staring at this magnificent site, she looked back toward me and screamed.
Her First Taste of Pussy
(I wrote this 14 years ago and have posted it on 2 previous blogs. It was my 1st try at writing.)
Her First Taste of Pussy
By Silky
It all started the day my best friend got a new roommate Megan. Megan was a cute little thing. Just 18, short brown hair, nice tight little body, and the nicest set of tits I had ever seen. My friend warned me not to try to get with her as she thought it might upset there living arrangement. So I decided right then and there I was going to stay away.
A week went by and I was wanting her more and more each day. There was no way in the world I was gong to stop this if it ever came to be, as I don’t care who it would effect. So from then on Megan was my mission. Little did I know that I was hers. The next weekend came and we were having a party at my friends house. I was buzzing a bit and so was she and then everyone left with my best bud and me and Megan were all alone. God the things I wanted to do to her body. How I wanted to hold it, kiss it, touch it and make it mine for ever. I did not know if she was in to girls so I decided to poke a little. I asked her how sexually active she was and she said she has had a couple people. She eventually told me she had just had her first threesome a couple weeks ago. I asked her if she enjoyed it and she told me there was nothing better than being with a girl.
Her First Taste of Pussy
By Silky
It all started the day my best friend got a new roommate Megan. Megan was a cute little thing. Just 18, short brown hair, nice tight little body, and the nicest set of tits I had ever seen. My friend warned me not to try to get with her as she thought it might upset there living arrangement. So I decided right then and there I was going to stay away.
A week went by and I was wanting her more and more each day. There was no way in the world I was gong to stop this if it ever came to be, as I don’t care who it would effect. So from then on Megan was my mission. Little did I know that I was hers. The next weekend came and we were having a party at my friends house. I was buzzing a bit and so was she and then everyone left with my best bud and me and Megan were all alone. God the things I wanted to do to her body. How I wanted to hold it, kiss it, touch it and make it mine for ever. I did not know if she was in to girls so I decided to poke a little. I asked her how sexually active she was and she said she has had a couple people. She eventually told me she had just had her first threesome a couple weeks ago. I asked her if she enjoyed it and she told me there was nothing better than being with a girl.
Smooth Surprise
Smooth Surprise
By Silky
Alice was sitting in her favorite chair, reading the paper. I came up behind her and started rubbing her neck. "Umm, thanks Sue, that feels good!" I brought my mouth up against her neck and kissed it. She caught a whiff of my perfume. "Ooh, I love that perfume. Does it mean what it usually means?" "Yes, love." I nibbled her ear for a minute. "Give me a couple of minutes then come up to bed. I have a surprise for
you." She turned a little and we kissed on the lips. "Ok, sounds good to me."
I gave her neck a final caress and then trotted up to our room. I closed the door and lit our oil lamp. It is a nicer light to make love to than the electrics. I unsnapped my jeans and pushed them to the floor, with my panties. My shirt came next,
then quickly my bra, which I dropped on my dresser for tomorrow. Flopping down on the bed, I pulled off my socks. Quickly, I gathered everything off the floor and popped them into the hamper. I took a moment to straighten my hair in the mirror, and put on the necklace that Alice gave me for my birthday. Then I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror. I like my body. I work hard to keep it fit. It was a
struggle after Jason was born to get it back in some semblance of shape, but I managed it. Alice liked it and that was what really mattered. My tits were still firm, although they sagged a little. My belly was only slightly out of shape. And my pussy was just fine, thank you. Especially tonight.
By Silky
Alice was sitting in her favorite chair, reading the paper. I came up behind her and started rubbing her neck. "Umm, thanks Sue, that feels good!" I brought my mouth up against her neck and kissed it. She caught a whiff of my perfume. "Ooh, I love that perfume. Does it mean what it usually means?" "Yes, love." I nibbled her ear for a minute. "Give me a couple of minutes then come up to bed. I have a surprise for
you." She turned a little and we kissed on the lips. "Ok, sounds good to me."
I gave her neck a final caress and then trotted up to our room. I closed the door and lit our oil lamp. It is a nicer light to make love to than the electrics. I unsnapped my jeans and pushed them to the floor, with my panties. My shirt came next,
then quickly my bra, which I dropped on my dresser for tomorrow. Flopping down on the bed, I pulled off my socks. Quickly, I gathered everything off the floor and popped them into the hamper. I took a moment to straighten my hair in the mirror, and put on the necklace that Alice gave me for my birthday. Then I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror. I like my body. I work hard to keep it fit. It was a
struggle after Jason was born to get it back in some semblance of shape, but I managed it. Alice liked it and that was what really mattered. My tits were still firm, although they sagged a little. My belly was only slightly out of shape. And my pussy was just fine, thank you. Especially tonight.
Breast Friends
Breast Friends
by Silky
My name is Allison and I'm a 23 year old female who lives in the Portland area. I have been romantically and sexually involved with another female for the past three years. And life couldn't be any better!
After my high school graduation in Texas, I decided to attend college all the way up here in Oregon. It was a tough decision to leave my family behind in Texas, but I liked the college there and what it had to offer academically. The first two years in Oregon were pretty uneventful for me in terms of romance. I dated a few guys, but none of them really seemed to peak my interest. I was bored. It got to the point where I was devoting most of my time to school studies and my job. I worked in a little gift shop during those days. Life had become pretty dull.
Then I met Sarah.
I had a romantic "fling" with a girlfriend back in high school, but never really gave much thought to pursuing another relationship with a female until Sarah came along. I do not know what it was that attracted me to her - when I saw her for the first time, I could not help but to think how beautiful and exquisite she was. Sarah, age 18 and a freshman, looked like she was right out of a fashion magazine. Long blonde hair, a million dollar face and smile, and the type of shapely, taut body that had all the guys on campus lusting after her. And some of the girls too - like myself.
I first saw Sarah during the morning of the first day of my Junior year. I was in a hurry so I couldn't stop to introduce myself, though I wanted to -- she was beautiful. But I saw her again, that same day, and then introduced myself. I tried to come across as a fellow female
student just trying to make new friends on campus. Sarah, extremely receptive with a sweet personality, seemed eager to make new friends too. We hit it off great, quickly becoming the best of friends. I wanted us to be "breast" friends, though.
Perhaps the reason why I was so attracted to Sarah was simply because of intuition. I could never really pinpoint the exact reason why I was so drawn to her - but my woman's intuition told me that she was the type of female who would not object to a roll in the hay with another female. As Sarah and I got to know each other more and more, I actually began to believe that my intuition/assumption was accurate. When alone together, Sarah would "flirt" with me -- she liked to run her hands across my back and shoulders. She would often offer a soothing massage and was more than willing to brush and blow dry my own long blonde hair after a shower or bath. One of her specialties was running her fingers through my hair, teasing and soothing my scalp. She definitely liked to use suggestive, yet subtle touches.
Though I was 20 at this time, and she was 18 and in different classes, the two of us managed to spend a lot of time together during the regular college day. We often ate lunch and had study breaks together. Anyone would recognize us as two giggling college girls who were best friends. I doubt anyone would think one (or as it turned out, both) of us had lustful intentions.
I had become so enthralled with Sarah that after a month, she was over to my dorm room for a visit every single night. Nothing had happened - yet. We were really flirting with one another, always laughing and having a good time together. I found myself turning down date requests from guys because I had aspirations of being in a romantic relationship with Sarah. I also noticed that she was not dating anyone either - despite a multitude of requests from guys. That made me think. Was she *really* interested in me? Was she holding out on guys, wanting a relationship with me instead?
I would lay awake at night and fantasize about Sarah. I imagined holding her in my arms and making soft, sweet love to her. I sensed what it would be like to feel her thick, pouty lips pressing against mine for a kiss. I shuddered at the heat of our bodies, entwined tightly together, as we climaxed in rapture simultaneously. One evening, I fell asleep and had a dream that seemed extremely real. I dreamed that Sarah came into my dorm room in the middle of the night and almost begged me to make love to her. I did, of course, and that seemed very real as well. We fell asleep after several hours of passion in each others' arms, content and satisfied. Then the alarm clock went off. The dream was so real that when I woke up, I actually looked for Sarah next to me in bed. After a few seconds, I realized it had all been a dream. In frustration, I pounded both fists against the bed. I went to get dressed and noticed my panties were soaked. They weren't wet - they were soaked. It was at this time I realized that something must be done about this. I had to make a move on Sarah or go insane with hiding my secret passions from her. If it turned out that she wasn't interested in me, at least I would know I had tried. No one will get anywhere in life if they do not try, you know.
by Silky
My name is Allison and I'm a 23 year old female who lives in the Portland area. I have been romantically and sexually involved with another female for the past three years. And life couldn't be any better!
After my high school graduation in Texas, I decided to attend college all the way up here in Oregon. It was a tough decision to leave my family behind in Texas, but I liked the college there and what it had to offer academically. The first two years in Oregon were pretty uneventful for me in terms of romance. I dated a few guys, but none of them really seemed to peak my interest. I was bored. It got to the point where I was devoting most of my time to school studies and my job. I worked in a little gift shop during those days. Life had become pretty dull.
Then I met Sarah.
I had a romantic "fling" with a girlfriend back in high school, but never really gave much thought to pursuing another relationship with a female until Sarah came along. I do not know what it was that attracted me to her - when I saw her for the first time, I could not help but to think how beautiful and exquisite she was. Sarah, age 18 and a freshman, looked like she was right out of a fashion magazine. Long blonde hair, a million dollar face and smile, and the type of shapely, taut body that had all the guys on campus lusting after her. And some of the girls too - like myself.
I first saw Sarah during the morning of the first day of my Junior year. I was in a hurry so I couldn't stop to introduce myself, though I wanted to -- she was beautiful. But I saw her again, that same day, and then introduced myself. I tried to come across as a fellow female
student just trying to make new friends on campus. Sarah, extremely receptive with a sweet personality, seemed eager to make new friends too. We hit it off great, quickly becoming the best of friends. I wanted us to be "breast" friends, though.
Perhaps the reason why I was so attracted to Sarah was simply because of intuition. I could never really pinpoint the exact reason why I was so drawn to her - but my woman's intuition told me that she was the type of female who would not object to a roll in the hay with another female. As Sarah and I got to know each other more and more, I actually began to believe that my intuition/assumption was accurate. When alone together, Sarah would "flirt" with me -- she liked to run her hands across my back and shoulders. She would often offer a soothing massage and was more than willing to brush and blow dry my own long blonde hair after a shower or bath. One of her specialties was running her fingers through my hair, teasing and soothing my scalp. She definitely liked to use suggestive, yet subtle touches.
Though I was 20 at this time, and she was 18 and in different classes, the two of us managed to spend a lot of time together during the regular college day. We often ate lunch and had study breaks together. Anyone would recognize us as two giggling college girls who were best friends. I doubt anyone would think one (or as it turned out, both) of us had lustful intentions.
I had become so enthralled with Sarah that after a month, she was over to my dorm room for a visit every single night. Nothing had happened - yet. We were really flirting with one another, always laughing and having a good time together. I found myself turning down date requests from guys because I had aspirations of being in a romantic relationship with Sarah. I also noticed that she was not dating anyone either - despite a multitude of requests from guys. That made me think. Was she *really* interested in me? Was she holding out on guys, wanting a relationship with me instead?
I would lay awake at night and fantasize about Sarah. I imagined holding her in my arms and making soft, sweet love to her. I sensed what it would be like to feel her thick, pouty lips pressing against mine for a kiss. I shuddered at the heat of our bodies, entwined tightly together, as we climaxed in rapture simultaneously. One evening, I fell asleep and had a dream that seemed extremely real. I dreamed that Sarah came into my dorm room in the middle of the night and almost begged me to make love to her. I did, of course, and that seemed very real as well. We fell asleep after several hours of passion in each others' arms, content and satisfied. Then the alarm clock went off. The dream was so real that when I woke up, I actually looked for Sarah next to me in bed. After a few seconds, I realized it had all been a dream. In frustration, I pounded both fists against the bed. I went to get dressed and noticed my panties were soaked. They weren't wet - they were soaked. It was at this time I realized that something must be done about this. I had to make a move on Sarah or go insane with hiding my secret passions from her. If it turned out that she wasn't interested in me, at least I would know I had tried. No one will get anywhere in life if they do not try, you know.
Anal Addict
Anal Addict
By Silky
My brother, Brian, is 4 years older than me, and if I can remember right this happened one Saturday morning. I got up around 9 and as far as I knew, I was home alone. I didn't mind walking around in my little halter top night shirt and panties. By the way, I am 5' 2" 90 pounds, short reddish brown hair and green eyes. I've got a small chest but I am happy with my looks.
Anyway, I thought my brother was at football practice, my mom at work and my dad was gone for the weekend. I went down the hall and started downstairs to see if mom left some coffee. She doesn't like me drinking it but I sneak it when she's gone. I only got down a couple of stairs when I heard something that made me freeze. I couldn't tell if it was a voice or a sound or even where it came from. I was scared someone was in the house. Then I heard it again. Kind of a cut-off moan. I quietly turned back up the stairs and went back toward the bedrooms. Then I could hear the TV softly coming from my brother's bedroom at the end of the hall. Again he made a noise almost like he was choking. I got down on all fours and crawled to his bedroom door. I knew he couldn't see me because he bed was near the door and his TV turned away from the door. I had to push it a little to see in and saw him laying on his side on the bed watching TV. Then I realized he was beating off! I tried not to laugh as I got up, then he said something that made me more curious.
By Silky
My brother, Brian, is 4 years older than me, and if I can remember right this happened one Saturday morning. I got up around 9 and as far as I knew, I was home alone. I didn't mind walking around in my little halter top night shirt and panties. By the way, I am 5' 2" 90 pounds, short reddish brown hair and green eyes. I've got a small chest but I am happy with my looks.
Anyway, I thought my brother was at football practice, my mom at work and my dad was gone for the weekend. I went down the hall and started downstairs to see if mom left some coffee. She doesn't like me drinking it but I sneak it when she's gone. I only got down a couple of stairs when I heard something that made me freeze. I couldn't tell if it was a voice or a sound or even where it came from. I was scared someone was in the house. Then I heard it again. Kind of a cut-off moan. I quietly turned back up the stairs and went back toward the bedrooms. Then I could hear the TV softly coming from my brother's bedroom at the end of the hall. Again he made a noise almost like he was choking. I got down on all fours and crawled to his bedroom door. I knew he couldn't see me because he bed was near the door and his TV turned away from the door. I had to push it a little to see in and saw him laying on his side on the bed watching TV. Then I realized he was beating off! I tried not to laugh as I got up, then he said something that made me more curious.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Pleasures of Friends
Pleasures of Friends
By Silky
Anna and I spent a lot of time together, since we were both interested in the arts at school, while Tina was sort of a loner, and spent a lot of time working on the computer at school. We were all great friends and would often go out together, going from bar to bar, having a great time, only to get up the next morning to go to classes. I knew that they would be back at the apartment waiting for me to get home, to see if I wanted to go out for the night, but I was too tired. I'd have to tell them that they'd have to wait until tomorrow evening, for me. At least I didn't have to work tomorrow. When I got to the apartment, I noticed that Tina's back pack was sitting just inside the door. Maybe she was planning to head to the computer lab for the evening. I glanced down the hallway and noticed that Anna's bedroom light was on, but the rest of the apartment was dimly lit. I went over to put my purse on the table and check the answering machine for any messages that might have been left for me, when I noticed some moaning coming from Anna's room. Then I heard Tina talking, but I couldn't understand what was being said.
By Silky
Anna and I spent a lot of time together, since we were both interested in the arts at school, while Tina was sort of a loner, and spent a lot of time working on the computer at school. We were all great friends and would often go out together, going from bar to bar, having a great time, only to get up the next morning to go to classes. I knew that they would be back at the apartment waiting for me to get home, to see if I wanted to go out for the night, but I was too tired. I'd have to tell them that they'd have to wait until tomorrow evening, for me. At least I didn't have to work tomorrow. When I got to the apartment, I noticed that Tina's back pack was sitting just inside the door. Maybe she was planning to head to the computer lab for the evening. I glanced down the hallway and noticed that Anna's bedroom light was on, but the rest of the apartment was dimly lit. I went over to put my purse on the table and check the answering machine for any messages that might have been left for me, when I noticed some moaning coming from Anna's room. Then I heard Tina talking, but I couldn't understand what was being said.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Loving Sisters
Loving Sisters
By Silky
I was eighteen, and had just started to become aware of my sexuality. My mother had explained the "facts of life" to me when I started having my period, so I understood the mechanics of sex, but she had never hinted that sex might be in any way pleasurable. Certainly not for females. I had discovered masturbation on my own, but I didn't really associate it with sex, though I indulged myself nearly every night. I had just started being interested in boys, and I had started vaguely thinking about penises when I rubbed myself at night. Natalie, my sister, had just turned twenty; she was two and a half years older than me. I think that the reality of her arranged marriage was starting to sink in, as we are of the Muslim faith, and she was starting to rebel. She used to remove her face scarf at school, and I knew for a fact that she had kissed boys.
It was a Saturday night. Our classmates were all out cruising, or eating french fries, or hanging out, or doing whatever teenagers do on Saturday nights. We had just finished evening prayers and our parents were watching television downstairs. My sister and I had been sent to bed. (Imagine! Being sent to bed at ten o'clock on a Saturday night at age twenty. Natalie had good reason to rebel.) I had gone to bed like a good little girl, and had been rubbing my slippery little slit for the last half hour. I would tease myself, bringing myself close to orgasm, and then backing off. I liked to see how long I could stand to do this before I made myself cum. My fingers were rubbing my clitoris and I was getting close to the point of no return when I realized that someone was standing in the open door. I stopped with my heart in my throat and lay as still as a mouse. I knew that I sometimes made noises, and I was scared that my parents had found me out, as they were very strict in every way of our lives.
I Love You
I love to see you smile and I love knowing that I caused that smile.
I love to see you happy and I love knowing that I caused that happiness.
I love to look into your beautiful eyes and I love the way I fall into them.
I love it when you hold my hand and I love having the courage to grab and hold yours.
I love to tease and torment you and I love it when you tease and torment me.
I love it when you touch me and I love to touch you.
I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you and I love realizing how attractive you make me feel.
I love wanting so badly to kiss you and I love the way you want to take things slow.
I love the fact that you still want to be my friend and I love that I want to be yours.
I love so many things about you but the most important thing is:
I Love you!
I love to see you happy and I love knowing that I caused that happiness.
I love to look into your beautiful eyes and I love the way I fall into them.
I love it when you hold my hand and I love having the courage to grab and hold yours.
I love to tease and torment you and I love it when you tease and torment me.
I love it when you touch me and I love to touch you.
I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you and I love realizing how attractive you make me feel.
I love wanting so badly to kiss you and I love the way you want to take things slow.
I love the fact that you still want to be my friend and I love that I want to be yours.
I love so many things about you but the most important thing is:
I Love you!
Insatiable
Insatiable,
The passion of us being unable to resist each other,
The endless craving in my crotch for the moistness that is you,
The hunger of my lips wanting to taste you,
The pull of my arms to hold you...to pull you....to me,
Insatiable,
The unquenchable desires,
The messaging of your soft flesh,
The tender kisses and soft caresses that make you whimper and moan,
Insatiable,
The very thought of you that makes me lust for your touch,
Insatiable,
Me wanting to be deep inside of you,
Our bodies thrashing,
Drinking from the cup of forbidden desires,
Unleashing the primal lust that we keep hidden in the dark corners of our minds,
The sounds of your submitting to the dark pleasures that overtake you,
Your orgasmic cries of fulfillment as we climax together as one,
The moon smiles as she pours her radiance upon our bodies,
She knows the night is young...and that our cries of forbidden pleasure will continue until the sun appears.........
And Beyond
The passion of us being unable to resist each other,
The endless craving in my crotch for the moistness that is you,
The hunger of my lips wanting to taste you,
The pull of my arms to hold you...to pull you....to me,
Insatiable,
The unquenchable desires,
The messaging of your soft flesh,
The tender kisses and soft caresses that make you whimper and moan,
Insatiable,
The very thought of you that makes me lust for your touch,
Insatiable,
Me wanting to be deep inside of you,
Our bodies thrashing,
Drinking from the cup of forbidden desires,
Unleashing the primal lust that we keep hidden in the dark corners of our minds,
The sounds of your submitting to the dark pleasures that overtake you,
Your orgasmic cries of fulfillment as we climax together as one,
The moon smiles as she pours her radiance upon our bodies,
She knows the night is young...and that our cries of forbidden pleasure will continue until the sun appears.........
And Beyond
Secret Games
Secret Games
By Silky
As I sat across from her on dreary wet evening, I wondered what it would be like to take her home for the night. Just to have such a beautiful woman in my arms with no strings attached would be a fantasy come true. For me, she was about as close to perfect for me. Her body was full figured, just the way I always wanted my girl's bodies to be. She was a magnificent sight to see, with the perfect shade of dark red hair and greenish/blue eyes to match, softly tanned white skin, and with a set of full lips, but that was only from what I could see from where I was sitting. Once she stood up to leave I knew right then and there that I had to make my way into her thoughts, dreams, and fantasies. I walked up to her with a simple hello.
She responded with a smirk of a grin on her face. I had to know more about this woman that stood before me. Her scent was intoxicating; Like a smell that I never had pass through me before. I asked why she was in such a hurry, the coffee shop didn't close for another two hours or so. She had places to go and people to meet is what she told me. I could now see that hard to get was the game that she wanted to play. I liked games also, because with this one game I knew that I would always win. We talked about this and that for about an hour. Mostly about the stop signs and road construction near the school she taught at. When out of nowhere I felt the need to be unnaturally bold and just ask her if she wanted to meet up later with me for drinks or something.
By Silky
As I sat across from her on dreary wet evening, I wondered what it would be like to take her home for the night. Just to have such a beautiful woman in my arms with no strings attached would be a fantasy come true. For me, she was about as close to perfect for me. Her body was full figured, just the way I always wanted my girl's bodies to be. She was a magnificent sight to see, with the perfect shade of dark red hair and greenish/blue eyes to match, softly tanned white skin, and with a set of full lips, but that was only from what I could see from where I was sitting. Once she stood up to leave I knew right then and there that I had to make my way into her thoughts, dreams, and fantasies. I walked up to her with a simple hello.
She responded with a smirk of a grin on her face. I had to know more about this woman that stood before me. Her scent was intoxicating; Like a smell that I never had pass through me before. I asked why she was in such a hurry, the coffee shop didn't close for another two hours or so. She had places to go and people to meet is what she told me. I could now see that hard to get was the game that she wanted to play. I liked games also, because with this one game I knew that I would always win. We talked about this and that for about an hour. Mostly about the stop signs and road construction near the school she taught at. When out of nowhere I felt the need to be unnaturally bold and just ask her if she wanted to meet up later with me for drinks or something.
First Kiss
First Kiss
By Silky
I was over at my best friend’s house the night after Halloween. We decided to have a late party, just the two of us. Vanessa was sitting on her couch, watching some boring comedy on the television while I mixed us up another round of pineapple juice and vodkas, our fourth round already.
“So, where’s Paul at tonight?” I called to her from the kitchen, referring to her husband.
“He’s out with his friends, again.” She muttered, obviously displeased with the fact.
I sat down next to her, handing her glass over, already half finished with my own. I could feel the alcohol in my system, a little worried about doing something I’d regret. Vanessa downed her drink in two gulps and set her glass on the floor. “Sometimes I just don’t know about him.” She sighed. Nodding in agreement, I stared at her back, her long brown hair swaying across it. I finished off my drink and took our glasses to the kitchen. She was starting to feel a little more than buzzed, too, I could hear it in her voice. Gulping down my nerves, I glance over at her on the couch again, “come on, let’s go for a walk, it’s so nice out.” Shrugging, she started to stand but fell back down. Giggling, she tried again, successful this time. I opened the door and we both stepped out into the crisp evening air. It was just dusk, and the neighborhood was barren. The only noise was the leaves scuttling across the ground with the light breeze.
By Silky
I was over at my best friend’s house the night after Halloween. We decided to have a late party, just the two of us. Vanessa was sitting on her couch, watching some boring comedy on the television while I mixed us up another round of pineapple juice and vodkas, our fourth round already.
“So, where’s Paul at tonight?” I called to her from the kitchen, referring to her husband.
“He’s out with his friends, again.” She muttered, obviously displeased with the fact.
I sat down next to her, handing her glass over, already half finished with my own. I could feel the alcohol in my system, a little worried about doing something I’d regret. Vanessa downed her drink in two gulps and set her glass on the floor. “Sometimes I just don’t know about him.” She sighed. Nodding in agreement, I stared at her back, her long brown hair swaying across it. I finished off my drink and took our glasses to the kitchen. She was starting to feel a little more than buzzed, too, I could hear it in her voice. Gulping down my nerves, I glance over at her on the couch again, “come on, let’s go for a walk, it’s so nice out.” Shrugging, she started to stand but fell back down. Giggling, she tried again, successful this time. I opened the door and we both stepped out into the crisp evening air. It was just dusk, and the neighborhood was barren. The only noise was the leaves scuttling across the ground with the light breeze.
Taste Test
Taste Test
By Silky
As I walked into the dimly lit room, I could smell the heat in the air. The note had said, “Suite 269, 1:00pm. Wear something easily removed.” It had been typed, but when it had been delivered with a dozen white and fuchsia gladiolas, I knew it was from one or the other of my girlfriends. Maybe both. Also, It didn’t say which hotel, so I assumed it would be the one place the 3 of us had rendezvoused several times before. The key attached to the note did not have a tag, and the only marking was the room number etched on the top of one side.
So here I stood, proven correct in my assumptions about the location, yet still unconfirmed on the author of the note. As I took a few steps in, the door closed behind me and swiftly a soft silky blindfold was wrapped around my eyes from behind. My hands were taken and when I tried to speak, a finger was placed to my lips to quiet my questioning. I smiled as I inhaled the scent of the hand below my nose. I knew that smell. I was led to what felt like an overstuffed, high-backed chair several feet across the room from where I had entered. My wrists were bound, comfortably, to the arms of the chair as I sat. I felt movement in front and behind me and breathed deeply to assure myself that these scents were the ones so familiar to me. They were.
My two lovers were here. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a point of cold steel softly touch my neck and slowly trace down my body to the base of my shirt. I heard scissors open and deftly slice my shirt from my body, causing a quiver of fear and excitement to run down my spine. Again the scissors cut, this time up each sleeve so my shirt fell from my torso to be lifted away as my other lover removed his hand from my back.
By Silky
As I walked into the dimly lit room, I could smell the heat in the air. The note had said, “Suite 269, 1:00pm. Wear something easily removed.” It had been typed, but when it had been delivered with a dozen white and fuchsia gladiolas, I knew it was from one or the other of my girlfriends. Maybe both. Also, It didn’t say which hotel, so I assumed it would be the one place the 3 of us had rendezvoused several times before. The key attached to the note did not have a tag, and the only marking was the room number etched on the top of one side.
So here I stood, proven correct in my assumptions about the location, yet still unconfirmed on the author of the note. As I took a few steps in, the door closed behind me and swiftly a soft silky blindfold was wrapped around my eyes from behind. My hands were taken and when I tried to speak, a finger was placed to my lips to quiet my questioning. I smiled as I inhaled the scent of the hand below my nose. I knew that smell. I was led to what felt like an overstuffed, high-backed chair several feet across the room from where I had entered. My wrists were bound, comfortably, to the arms of the chair as I sat. I felt movement in front and behind me and breathed deeply to assure myself that these scents were the ones so familiar to me. They were.
My two lovers were here. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a point of cold steel softly touch my neck and slowly trace down my body to the base of my shirt. I heard scissors open and deftly slice my shirt from my body, causing a quiver of fear and excitement to run down my spine. Again the scissors cut, this time up each sleeve so my shirt fell from my torso to be lifted away as my other lover removed his hand from my back.
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