Archives from month » February, 2012
He founds a museum in her honor.
Good afternoon and welcome to the museum. Have you come far? You look tired. Come in and rest awhile and let me tell you about the museum.
You have long hair.
These are the boxes and the envelopes. The stamps are over there . . . no . . . over there in the top right drawer of the dark-stained Edwardian desk.
In those I meant to wrap, bale, box and ship the pieces of her back to wherever. I don't know where she is and, anyway, I never got around to doing the wrapping.
I didn't have Christmas paper. It's always the way isn't it? Would you like some coffee? Sit down.
Good afternoon and welcome to the museum. Have you come far? You look tired. Come in and rest awhile and let me tell you about the museum.
You have long hair.
These are the boxes and the envelopes. The stamps are over there . . . no . . . over there in the top right drawer of the dark-stained Edwardian desk.
In those I meant to wrap, bale, box and ship the pieces of her back to wherever. I don’t know where she is and, anyway, I never got around to doing the wrapping.
I didn’t have Christmas paper. It’s always the way isn’t it? Would you like some coffee? Sit down. Read more »
There always seems to be a next step.
Well, I am Dan, the Magmaman. My wife Silvi hung that nickname on me. She said that when I am really turned on I come like a lava flow. She called me that once in an intimate moment and it sorta stuck.
Silvi is one fine woman, supportive, pretty, nasty as hell in the sack. At medium height and build, and a bit smallish in the bust, she gets attention in blue jeans and a T-shirt. Dressed up she is simply fine, no other description does the job.
The nice part is she likes to make me happy, delights in just about every kind of sex there is.
Well, I am Dan, the Magmaman. My wife Silvi hung that nickname on me. She said that when I am really turned on I come like a lava flow. She called me that once in an intimate moment and it sorta stuck.
Silvi is one fine woman, supportive, pretty, nasty as hell in the sack. At medium height and build, and a bit smallish in the bust, she gets attention in blue jeans and a T-shirt. Dressed up she is simply fine, no other description does the job.
The nice part is she likes to make me happy, delights in just about every kind of sex there is. Read more »
Your lust leads to oral sex in the balcony.
Your limo arrives promptly at 8:00pm and you are whisked away to a freshly opened chilled bottle of champagne and light jazz playing softly. I in my tuxedo and you in your fur, black dress and heels dressed for the night on the town we savor the taste of our lips and lean back to admire one another.
Words are not required at the moment, just time to be near and lightly caress the soft skin of your legs.....you are so beautiful. Your affect on me is immediate and occasionally you graze my cock with your finger tips to check on my state of arousal.
Your limo arrives promptly at 8:00pm and you are whisked away to a freshly opened chilled bottle of champagne and light jazz playing softly. I in my tuxedo and you in your fur, black dress and heels dressed for the night on the town we savor the taste of our lips and lean back to admire one another.
Words are not required at the moment, just time to be near and lightly caress the soft skin of your legs…..you are so beautiful. Your affect on me is immediate and occasionally you graze my cock with your finger tips to check on my state of arousal. Read more »
Heather is exposed on the beach and loves it.
Heather held John's hand ever-tighter as they stood quietly in the elevator looking at the floor indicators blinking their way toward the lobby. When the doors opened they strolled though the hotel's atrium and emptied out a back entrance toward the ocean. By the time their feet hit the cool sand shaded by palms at the top of the beach his fingers had turned white by all her clenching. They stopped there in the shade and John glanced over to his bride. Heather was biting her lower lip while scanning the tanned sun worshippers lying on towels, lounging in beach chairs and laughing in the waves. She surveyed them all, knowing her husband would soon ask her to expose herself in the skimpiest lingerie she'd ever worn.
Heather held John’s hand ever-tighter as they stood quietly in the elevator looking at the floor indicators blinking their way toward the lobby. When the doors opened they strolled though the hotel’s atrium and emptied out a back entrance toward the ocean. By the time their feet hit the cool sand shaded by palms at the top of the beach his fingers had turned white by all her clenching. They stopped there in the shade and John glanced over to his bride. Heather was biting her lower lip while scanning the tanned sun worshippers lying on towels, lounging in beach chairs and laughing in the waves. She surveyed them all, knowing her husband would soon ask her to expose herself in the skimpiest lingerie she’d ever worn. Read more »
Masturbation with a twist.
*Part Four: Masturbation with a Twist*
Watching my brother masturbate the first time was unforgettable, watching him the second time was priceless, waiting to watch him a third time was simply unbearable. I needed to catch him so very bad, I felt more impatient than a kid before Christmas. Instead of the sight of Gary masturbating becoming more blasé with each viewing, it was becoming more and more urgent for me to see him. I was finding that spying on him was becoming an obsession of mine, even an addiction whereby I badly needed a fix. As I lay in bed at night I could envision him standing upright, completely naked, firmly grasping that shapely erection in his fist, pumping with great fervor, knees buckling, body shaking, groans and moans emanating from him until I watched his sperm flying through the air. I so needed to see him doing it one more time, just one more time. In two weeks time, it happened again.
*Part Four: Masturbation with a Twist*
Watching my brother masturbate the first time was unforgettable, watching him the second time was priceless, waiting to watch him a third time was simply unbearable. I needed to catch him so very bad, I felt more impatient than a kid before Christmas. Instead of the sight of Gary masturbating becoming more blasé with each viewing, it was becoming more and more urgent for me to see him. I was finding that spying on him was becoming an obsession of mine, even an addiction whereby I badly needed a fix. As I lay in bed at night I could envision him standing upright, completely naked, firmly grasping that shapely erection in his fist, pumping with great fervor, knees buckling, body shaking, groans and moans emanating from him until I watched his sperm flying through the air. I so needed to see him doing it one more time, just one more time. In two weeks time, it happened again. Read more »
A young woman discovers herself.
"Disclaimer: The people and scenes in my stories are as always a figment of my twisted mind."
*
Sometimes we are prepared for the things we are faced with; however that is not the usual. Typically we go through life dealing with one unperceived situation after another. Chancie thought that even though she was not as stunning as her friends, she knew she was better then OK. Now don't get me wrong, she didn't think she was ugly, just not pretty like her girlfriends from School. That was until the summer after high school Graduation. I suppose when you see you're self in the Mirror every day you really don't see how much you are changing, growing, and blossoming...
“Disclaimer: The people and scenes in my stories are as always a figment of my twisted mind.”
*
Sometimes we are prepared for the things we are faced with; however that is not the usual. Typically we go through life dealing with one unperceived situation after another. Chancie thought that even though she was not as stunning as her friends, she knew she was better then OK. Now don’t get me wrong, she didn’t think she was ugly, just not pretty like her girlfriends from School. That was until the summer after high school Graduation. I suppose when you see you’re self in the Mirror every day you really don’t see how much you are changing, growing, and blossoming… Read more »
Jackson finds himself posing for a bit of exhibitionist art.
Jackson looked out of the airplane, he noticed the ice and snow covering some of the area lakes, one of them caught his eye. He noticed writing first, where someone swept snow off the lake's ice, forming a word: "Embrace." He scoffed realizing the word was the title of a huge "painting" of snow on ice. Jaded by years as a connoisseur, he tried to turn away, but he couldn't. As the plane continued on, he craned his neck to look just a bit more.
Jackson picked up his luggage unable, to erase the image from his mind. The "painting" was two figures melting into an embrace. The perfection in the curves, the arch of a back, and the strength in the hands seared themselves into Jackson's mind.
Jackson looked out of the airplane, he noticed the ice and snow covering some of the area lakes, one of them caught his eye. He noticed writing first, where someone swept snow off the lake’s ice, forming a word: “Embrace.” He scoffed realizing the word was the title of a huge “painting” of snow on ice. Jaded by years as a connoisseur, he tried to turn away, but he couldn’t. As the plane continued on, he craned his neck to look just a bit more.
Jackson picked up his luggage unable, to erase the image from his mind. The “painting” was two figures melting into an embrace. The perfection in the curves, the arch of a back, and the strength in the hands seared themselves into Jackson’s mind. Read more »
Anonymous sex with a ballerina at work.
This is a true tale. Imagine you are minding your own business when this dancer walks up to you and orders you to come with them. Just think of how sex would be... with a dancer, with a beautiful stranger...
I was working at Boston Ballet at the time, a young man in his 20's, out of work for a while when this short term job came up, through an agency. I thought it would be cool to work for a Ballet Company, and was glad to have the money, even though it didn't pay that well.
I would show up every day, check out the dancers, watch the ballerinas breaking in toe shoes, warming up, stretching out. It was amazing to see how dedicated they were to their art. So sensuous, so flexible, and so feminine. I liked seeing them walk around. Most were too young for me, but a few older ones looked stunning, and I would have loved to get them into bed.
This is a true tale. Imagine you are minding your own business when this dancer walks up to you and orders you to come with them. Just think of how sex would be… with a dancer, with a beautiful stranger…
I was working at Boston Ballet at the time, a young man in his 20’s, out of work for a while when this short term job came up, through an agency. I thought it would be cool to work for a Ballet Company, and was glad to have the money, even though it didn’t pay that well.
I would show up every day, check out the dancers, watch the ballerinas breaking in toe shoes, warming up, stretching out. It was amazing to see how dedicated they were to their art. So sensuous, so flexible, and so feminine. I liked seeing them walk around. Most were too young for me, but a few older ones looked stunning, and I would have loved to get them into bed. Read more »
Sultry seductress tempts teens, but oh boy...the twists.
From behind the tinted lenses of her sunglasses, Julie glimpsed the drapes move in the upstairs room of the neighbor"s house.
Julie was stretched out on a fluffy blue towel on the pool deck of her boss" luxurious home where she was house-sitting for the long weekend. She sat up, reached for the coconut oil and squirted some of the warm scented liquid over her flat belly. Slowly and sensuously she began rubbing it over herself. Her white bikini top lay discarded on the lush grass and her dusky pink nipples stiffened under the touch of her fingers as she smoothed oil over them. There was a slight movement of the drapes again and she had a quick impression of a figure. It looked to be a tall boy with sandy hair. A small smile played across her lips as her fingers massaged lightly. It was probably the neighbor"s son. She had seen him when she arrived on Friday. He was mowing the lawn and had looked at her appraisingly as she stepped out of her car.
From behind the tinted lenses of her sunglasses, Julie glimpsed the drapes move in the upstairs room of the neighbor”s house.
Julie was stretched out on a fluffy blue towel on the pool deck of her boss” luxurious home where she was house-sitting for the long weekend. She sat up, reached for the coconut oil and squirted some of the warm scented liquid over her flat belly. Slowly and sensuously she began rubbing it over herself. Her white bikini top lay discarded on the lush grass and her dusky pink nipples stiffened under the touch of her fingers as she smoothed oil over them. There was a slight movement of the drapes again and she had a quick impression of a figure. It looked to be a tall boy with sandy hair. A small smile played across her lips as her fingers massaged lightly. It was probably the neighbor”s son. She had seen him when she arrived on Friday. He was mowing the lawn and had looked at her appraisingly as she stepped out of her car. Read more »
The girls go to the playground in short dresses.
I"m a twenty-year-old college sorority girl who used to have an eighteen-year-old girlfriend named Lizzie. Lizzie and I worked together at a coffee shop in the mall where we had a lot of fun teasing and flashing the customers. However, things got a little out of hand and Lizzie ended up paraded through the mall in the nude. When Lizzie"s parents learned of our escapades, Lizzie was banned from the mall and she was forbidden to go out with me ever again. Even though Lizzie and I no longer see each other, she is now very popular with the boys and I am happy for her.
I”m a twenty-year-old college sorority girl who used to have an eighteen-year-old girlfriend named Lizzie. Lizzie and I worked together at a coffee shop in the mall where we had a lot of fun teasing and flashing the customers. However, things got a little out of hand and Lizzie ended up paraded through the mall in the nude. When Lizzie”s parents learned of our escapades, Lizzie was banned from the mall and she was forbidden to go out with me ever again. Even though Lizzie and I no longer see each other, she is now very popular with the boys and I am happy for her. Read more »