Here’s a short story a lovely reader sent. I don’t often post stories from others especially when I’m the topic, but I liked it and wanted to share. I am a bit vain so there is that. 😉 a little editing on my part, but all him I awoke in the middle of the night …
Month: December 2015
Because I’ve been called a tease, I’ll move this story along. Just a little. Clara was still blushing a day later. Even as she scrubbed the daily wash, leaning over the pot in the kitchen, she couldn’t get yesterday out of her mind. The sudden heat she felt had nothing to do with the pot …
He approached her dressed in the black and gray attire of a butler. The gray vest melded perfectly to his chest and the black slacks were tailored to fit his long legs. Stopping in front of where she perched nervously on the edge of the high backed Queen Anne chair, he executed a perfect bow …
Unedited short. Merry Christmas to you. She’d worn the red and white striped panties like I’d asked her to. Seeing her kneeling by the tree, bare except her panties and a blindfold, hardened me to the point of bursting my zipper. This wouldn’t last long if I jizzed in my pants before even touching her. …
‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house Came the sound of flesh slapping Plus a woman wearing clamps just under her blouse Stockings were clipped to garters with care In hopes that they’d be next getting fucked on the stair Me with my welted bottom And Kayla next getting her slaps Were …
Admit it If you found me with a bow under your Christmas tree You wouldn’t take the time to remove the bow Before you unwrapped me
I was told I do my best editing after I hit publish. 😊😉 “Suck it, baby. Lick it like a candy cane.” If she wasn’t so focused on the task, she would have rolled her eyes at him. As it was, she blocked out his chatter and concentrated on sucking. His hands plunged into her …
I’m thinking about… Winter chill Roaring fire And our bodies twined on the bear skin rug Not just to keep warm
Unedited The moment she walked in the room he swore he inhaled her scent. Each inhale brought the flavor of spiced cinnamon, as if he could taste Christmas cider on the back of his tongue. He was fixated then. His eyes tracking her around the boring ass party that had suddenly gotten exciting with her …
Santa… Baby When I ask to sit on your lap I plan to slide down your chimney And moan my Christmas list Right into your ear