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.


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!

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

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.


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.


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.