Posted By Guest on August 9, 2009
by Sabre
She’d been waiting for this for what seemed like forever. “Life just keeps getting in the way. Well, no more!” she thought to herself. Her resolve was firm. Today is the day.
He arrived home from work a few minutes early. He planned to surprise her. As he walked through the door, he called for her. No answer. Wondering where she might be, he walked from room to room absently looking for any clues.
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Posted By Guest on August 9, 2009
by Dr. Spin
My wife knew more people than I at this extravagant party.
It was all about her people and those with whom she worked. It would have been forgettable but for the fierce storm raging outside, letting loose cracks of thunder which made women jump and squeal, and especially but for the silver-plated bonus of the electric Diana, who may have been one of my wife’s people but who was also at the peak of an illicit, dangerous and thrilling affair with me.
I was at the edge of the big room, leaning my lanky frame indolently against the wall and watching her avidly, and she knew that’s what I was doing as she chatted with a group of people including my wife, because her eyes kept flashing in my direction. I was watching Diana, slim and sexy in her little black dress, when an impossibly bright flash of lightning dragged my eyes to the big windows. Bang. All the lights went out.
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Posted By Guest on August 9, 2009
by Seabass©
We’ve always liked to use food to enhance our sex ever since we read “Like Water for Chocolate” and that book by Marquez where the wacky dictator puts asparagus into the vaginas of the local towns women. I think that is actually where we got the idea from, sophomore year of college literature class. We passed notes back and forth to each other describing what we were going to eat off of one another and how we would become human sundaes. Jesus we ruined a lot of bed sheets back then. Now we just rip the shower curtain off the rod when we feel like human sundaes.
We were both excited to hear from the Starr Report that Bill Clinton got freaky in the Oval Office just like the wacky dictator in the Marquez book; Clinton just substituted cigars for asparagus. Jenny and I scanned the report for anything good to try, no new food, just some kink.
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Posted By JoannaX on August 9, 2009
She must have seen him some time before she came over to introduce herself and shake his hand because, as she withdrew hers, he was aware of the scrap of lace pressed into his own.
Crumpling the material into his palm and placing it in his pocket, he was aware of the warm dampness against his skin, evoking memories of other moments when he had been in contact with the most intimate of her lingerie. To know that his mere presence could still excite her was quite gratifying.
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Posted By Guest on August 3, 2009
By Hawk Richards
A melodic hum of Mozart escaped from the office of Dr. Kathy Grey. The furnishings were antiquish; yet bold in an unobtrusive manner, much like the doctor herself. She took the time her secretary had gone to lunch to sit back and get some work done to the soft music. The interior of her office was much like that of any psychiatrist. It had the definitive leather couch, large oak desk and tremendous view.
Kathy sat in her comfortable leather chair with her hand brushing back her soft, blonde hair in a gentle manner. Her long elegant neck was just showing above her high collar blouse. Without the use of cosmetics, she still embodied an elegant European beauty of high cheekbones and mesmerizing eyes. She stopped stroking her soft brown hair and fondled a locket she always wore. It was a simple piece of Indian design.
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Posted By Guest on August 3, 2009
She heard the crack of the blinds mashing against the window and then felt the cool, wet smoothness of the glass against her bare ass. Her hips bucked in an urgent rhythm forcing her cheeks to slide up and down the cool glass. The small room warmed quickly from their passion causing small beads of condensation to form on the window. The cool, wet smoothness of the glass against her ass as she shoved it rhythmically across the window only made the warm, wet smoothness of her lover inside her even warmer. Her heart raced faster as she wondered if the people in the courtyard below were watching.
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Posted By Guest on July 26, 2009
by Lord Malinov
“But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best laid schemes of mice an’ men
Gang aft agley”
Burns
Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and turn away. “8:40″ glowed in red on the night stand.
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Posted By Duncan on July 9, 2009
Laying there watching you sleep, sound and deep, you look so comfortable. Gently I get up trying not to disturb your morning dreams. This morning I want to surprise you with breakfast in bed. Something I do on occasion, to spark your day, to add a little fuel to the upcoming weekend.
In the kitchen, I find fresh fruit, some honey and eggs; a good start for a delicate fruit omelet. As I prepare the different items, I spoon up a couple of small bowls of honey and vanilla yogurt, as you may let me do little body painting after we eat.
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Posted By Guest on July 3, 2009
The invitation arrived with the mail on Tuesday. At first Beth dismissed it, thinking it was another credit card offer. But just as the attractive young housewife was about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it caught her attention — there was no stamp. The expensive black envelope also had no return address; it simply was a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: ‘Mr. & Mrs. Robert West. . .Confidential’.
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Posted By JoannaX on July 3, 2009
Ruf was late back so I had already settled myself from the long drive and had time for a welcome powernap. As I emerged from the bedroom to greet him in the hallway, I could smell the afterwork drink at the pub and then taste the familiar residue of the lager on his tongue. Staropramen, my favourite.
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