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.

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.

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.

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.