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smiler77
Over 90 days ago
Straight Female, 47
0 miles · England

Stories

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Wet dreams of you.

Tonight I will dream of you.

Tonight I will dream of you, I don’t know it yet, and as my eyes start to close of their own accord, I sigh a little, nowadays it’s my cue to attempt sleep, and I’m not a fan of sleep anymore. Occasionally I opt for the couch with the lights left on for comfort. Tonight I will try bed because Ineed a good nights rest whether I want it or not. I lay my head on one of the two pillows, I have 2 pillowcases on each because of...

I'm Fine

A short story that just came from somewhere.

I squeeze my fingers into the palms of my hands, I have blunt nails otherwise the sheer force would have definitely drawn blood. I am angry with myself, my heartaches foolishly for you. I know you will not give me what I really want, and the fact that I will take whatever I can get, is the root cause of my self-directed anger. You come to me and I cannot hide the wantonness I feel, even though it has an identity crisis. I...

A new level

Inspired by the one person that melts me..

“Get up those fucking stairs” I’m running fast with you on my tail. You catch me as I reach my bedroom door, and when you grab me around the throat and pull me back onto you, I gasp because instantly it has made my knees weak and my pussy wet. “I didn’t say go” you whispered into my ear. I cannot reply because already I feel shaky and cannot trust my voice not to reveal how much I want you. You already know how badly I wa...

You wanted it

I woke up tied to a bed I didnt know.

  I woke up crying, well whimpering, sobbing, not really too sure, I can say it was ‘just one of those things.' My arms were tied out to the sides of me, with thin rope, they were stretched tight, painfully so. My legs were tied spread apart too. The bed I was tied to was black cast iron; each of the four posts hosted a knob, about the size of an apple. The bedspread beneath me was red, and felt like satin. I was cold, na...

Making a good girl of me

Mr Dickinson reckoned he was going to make me a good girl, and he made me bad.

This morning I was called into the Headmasters office, at my son’s school. I didn’t know the reason, and started to get those nervous feelings that reminded me so much of the times I waited outside the heads office for a punishment years ago.   Anyway it inspired the following story. I hope you enjoy.   I was 16 years old. I thought I knew everything, I was no doubt a very naughty teenager, to have as a daughter, but my p...

2 4 1

My ultimate fantasy, two guys just for me

Only a couple of drinks in me so far, my sexual appetite becoming brave and unruly. I was out for a drink with a male friend of mine. We usually went out for drinks at least once a week, and for some reason the small minded people in this town, couldn’t quite get their heads around the fact that man and woman can be great friends without fucking one another. I was talking to a couple of strangers, well brothers actually....

Barbie

I am Barbie, do you want to play with me?

When I was a child, I had many Barbie dolls. I would dress them in pretty clothes, and cut their hair. I was never a good hairdresser though, and they ended up practically bald. My fantasy is to be a human Barbie for you, though, please leave my hair as I like it! :o)     It’s Christmas morning. I’m still wrapped and boxed, untouched. As yet unspoiled. A virgin life size Barbie. Unwrap me, and use me for your pleasure.  ...

Clock watch

A true story that sits fondly in my memory

“Good morning, Railtrack 125 House, How may I help you?”   I answered the phone. Using my sweetest telephone voice. Just then, the guy from the control room, Steve I “think” his name was, came into reception for yet another coffee. They had their own facilities, but I guessed that the coffee machine in reception made better coffee as it was intended for visitors. He gave me his usual cheeky wink, and closed the door as he...

My first foursome

My first ever story.

My first foursome   There was no doubt about it! I was nervous; me actually nervous about a night away with my own husband! I knew why.   It was because I was anticipating something exciting and new happening. We were on our way to London, the car was hot, probably from the heat I was feeling between my legs. I'd worn a skirt, because he told me to and I nearly always did as I was told. He was watching me with amusement a...