Note: I got so excited writing this. Something about this girl… There she is again. Big, Beautiful, Sexy Woman. I hadn’t forgotten about this curvy beauty, but seeing her again sent my mind to wandering on my morning commute to work (yes, I’m thinking naughty things as I travel half awake to work). She’s probably …
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Man, it’s been a long week. Lazy day for me. Everything in me focused on getting home though I couldn’t help checking out each person that stepped on the train. Fatigue slowed my mind down, but the longer I watched people, the more my creativity tried to sit up and took notice. He’s a naughty …
It’s pretty apparent that I’ve abandoned ship on the Twelve Week Challenge front. It was good in some respects and props to Panty Parade for helping me through my writer’s block. You should follow her, by the way. I find her posts frank and refreshingly honest. So, where am I at the end (my end) …
Note: this was originally in first person because I often fantasy about this. Me, naked over a desk with a nicely dressed man taking me from behind. I changed the pov for a host of reasons, but figured it would be better like this. This’ll be quick, you and her. A thirst you need to …
The distinct smell of my arousal drifts up. My thighs spread wider as I read sending more of that musky, warm scent into the air. Feminine. That’s how I feel as a different kind of dew coats plump lips. I wonder if it’s a scent that would arouse the ardor of a man. A tantalizing …
I’m behind on this one. Next week I’m determined to bring it to a close. Check under A Taste at the top to catch you up. Here’s the last thing I posted “Have you… Have you seen him lately.” Meg fidgeted beside him as the credits rolled on the screen. “Yeah, I saw him last …
Something new? Maybe I watch as she slips off her sensible flats, changing into four-inch black heels that add height to her slender frame. Even seated I know she’s tall and I can’t help wondering if she’s going out after work, meeting her boyfriend or lover. The man she meets behind her husband’s back, perhaps? …
Because, why not? — “Give me that ass.” He slapped her flank hard, a bolt of pain flashing across her senses as she lifted her hips for him. It dissipated into a tingle as it spread out beautifully. “Higher,” he growled, the press of his palm between her shoulder blades pushed her chest down into …
I haven’t written a story with a commenter in mind for a while. For a person who intrigues me and makes my temperature spike (do you know it’s for you?). No editing here, this is purely for my enjoyment. “You have me here, now what are you going to do with me?” I mentioned I’m shy …