Fantasy


Dirty Diana

"I decided that night to never again hide her. I had release her and hope he would not judge me or run from me. I had to force him to accept this piece, this intricate part of me I buried deep inside and played the homely wife. Never again after tonight." - Dirty Dana"Help! Somebody help me!" Michael's breathing was deep and full of the unknown. His breathing was laced with fear. He struggled against the restraints that were secured around his wrist and ankles bounding him to what seemed to be a chair. The blind fold was tight around his eyes; he could only see the extremely dim lighting of what seemed to be the fireplace.

The Magic Girls 2 - Day Dreaming

It was almost ten at night when Cindy stepped into her apartment, tired from the day's work. She had been running around all day since eight in the morning, and wanted nothing more than to just go to bed and sleep a long gloriously sleep. She didn't even bother to turn the lights on her apartment or check anything at all. She merely stepped into her bedroom, dropped her purse and suit jacket onto the floor. Sleeping had slowly become Cindy's favorite thing to do over the course of the last month, and Cindy wasted little time in getting into bed. She stripped down to her tiny blue panties and slowly pulled on an old T-shirt over her C-cup breasts.

The Magic Girls 1 - Revelations

Cindy lived alone in an apartment in the middle of the city. She had moved there with her former boyfriend after she left college, and almost forgot all about her crazy party-girl dorm life. Cindy was notorious for being outgoing, sleeping around, and staggering back to her room drunk. It was that dorm room that she had shared with Hannah. Now Hannah wasn't the hottest girl or much of a party girl. Cindy always caught her simply reading or sleeping, if she ever saw Hannah at all. For a while, Cindy felt as though she lived in that dorm room alone due to Hannah's constant absence. Cindy always assumed that Hannah was out with some boyfriend she never met.

Afternoon Coffee

So, it was just like any other day. I was at work when I got her text. "coffee?" "sounds good. I get off work in an hour, see u then." "k" I pull up into the driveway an see her walking inside, having just taken the kids to school. I let myself in, for this has become something of a ritual of ours. To have coffee every Wednesday, an to catch up on family gossip, and rant an vent to each other. Like I said, today started just like any other day. Coffee and gossip. I wasn't to shocked when she came up behind where I was sitting at the table and leaned over to softly kiss the side of my neck.

Alone at night

It was early, only 9:30 but I was so bored! Marc had been out of town the whole week and he thought that he would get back tonight but he had just texted that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow. A last minute meeting. It really sucked too because I was all set for him to get home today, I had set candles up in the bedroom, shaved my puss bare and watched a flick to get me in the mood. Not like I needed it, masturbation was fun but there isn't anything like having a hot, hard cock fill you to the brim.

Unintended Rendezvous

It had been a long morning. Meetings, calls, and dealing with indecisiveness. I was more than ready for a soothing cup of coffee and a few moments of peace and quiet. The familiar coffee shop was a welcome sight. I ordered my usual and found a secluded table in the corner near the window. Taking a notepad out, I decided to try to make some sense from the happenings of the morning so far. While taking a sip of my coffee, I glanced up and saw an older gentleman looking in my direction. Not wanting to seem rude, I smiled, and he returned the gesture. Passing it off as just a gesture of politeness, I went back to my task. All the while, I felt like someone was right behind me.

Nancy flips the spatula (Part 3)

Jill finished herself off. Nancy stood up. She said "Jill you followed me" Jill said yes, I am sorry, but after our rendezvous I left and while driving home, I just could not stop thinking about how I wished I had gotten your phone number, so then I decided to turn around and come back to the store to ask you if you would like to keep in touch, well just as I pulled into the parking lot I noticed you getting in your car and, well I followed you and here I am. I'm sorry Nancy I don't mean to scare you.

Penelope's Kiss

Summer vacation with Uncle Gus was a flavor, a spice that seasoned my sense of time and place. A woman taught me this, a tall, dark-haired gal who took me on a tour around the Mediterranean one night in her kitchen. Some say vacation is a dimension of leisure, a filter through which our lives look softer, shinier, more brilliant; but Veronica Watson convinced me that all those appearances can be translated into taste and swallowed. Easier than being transported in a plane or aboard a ship, with customs, passports and all that. "Believe your stomach boy, more than your eyes," she would say with a sultry Southern draw. Damn if she didn't blindfold me and prove the point every time.

A Dream Fulfilled

It was a warm night so she opened the window a little and went to bed nude and laid on top of the sheets. She lived out in the country and this was nothing new to her. A few hours later a young migrant worker was walking thru the country when he saw a house in the distance. Hoping to find someone awake and ask for work and food he continued up to the house. There was only a porch light on outside as he approached and no sign of light from inside but he had noticed a barn out back so he figured he could least get some sleep and be gone before anyone noticed. Walking round back he noticed a night coming through a window and carefully walked up to see if he could see anyone.

Aunt Debauchery

Aunt Debauchery - The Flipside to Summer at Aunt Sylvia's I smiled as I replaced the phone back in its cradle. I'd just finished speaking to my sister who had pretty much begged me to have my nephew to stay for a few weeks. By all accounts he had been driving his parents up the wall with the usual adolescent behaviour. Far from feeling put upon I gladly accepted, after all it's not like I had much else to fill my days with.