Walking into my room, I see you waiting for me. As commanded you are bent over my bed, naked, presented, and rubbing; the moisture visibly running down your thighs from the work of your busy fingers. I was a little later than I expected, and I wonder just...
A is for always, how often you want to fuck B is for my balls, the ones you love to suck C is for your cookie, that needs so much to be filled D is for the deep, the way you need to be drilled E is for the ecstasy, you gave to me last night F is for that...
NOTE: This story is part 1 in an ongoing series of "he said, she said" installments I'm working on with SassyCheerGirl. We will be alternating chapters and will each be writing from the perspective of our characters. It's an experiment in interactive stor...
You wake softly with a yawn and a smile on your face. The dream was so vivid, so real, and so very, very sexy. You feel your nipples, hard and tight on your chest, rubbing against the texture of the sheets as you play back the details in your mind.My arm...
Wednesday Evening (your birthday) The day passes achingly slowly. You work retail and your sex-addled brain considers the masturbation potential of every item. You’re very creative and your need makes you fantasize about being spanked, penetrated, clamped...
Wednesday Morning (your birthday) You wake late again, sleep fading slowly. This is the one perk to the later shifts you’ve been working: the leisurely morning wake-ups. You look at the clock and see the pattern of numbers “10:28” and smile, the 28 remind...
Tuesday Yesterday was hell. After the excruciating tease of the morning, he just disappeared. You felt every drop of your shower on your skin, felt the water flowing down your neck, between your ample breasts, tickling slightly as it ran down your tummy a...
For Allie This story was written for Allie as a birthday gift. Happy Birthday, Trouble!Monday You wake up lying on your side snug, warm, and comfy nestled in the sheets but sstill tired from working the night before. Consciousness comes slowly and relucta...
You hated to leave your old job. You’d made some good friends and had worked there long enough to be sincerely sorry to leave it behind. Things had changed, and it just wasn’t the same anymore. A few shake-ups, some conflicts with new staff who just di...
