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.


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?"


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.


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 na├»ve. 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.


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.


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.