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.
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