Silkie spins a tale for her lover from Silk
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“Get a divorce.”
“Yes, right,” she said. “I need to do that. I will. I promise.”
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A few days later, Ethan and Maggie had a meeting at the store with a new vendor making a sales pitch. After the sales rep left, they talked about a couple other issues, then Ethan changed the subject.
“What’s up with you and Brad?” her father asked nonchalantly, taking Maggie by surprise.
“Huh? Why do you ask?” Maggie said.
“Well, I don’t want to pry, but Kate and I have noticed that you two have become quite chummy over the last year or so. And this past Christmas Eve, well, it was quite noticeable. We heard noises in the night that were, shall we say, ahem, unmistakable.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, turning red. “We’ve been working up the nerve to tell you. Is Kate okay? We sure didn’t want to upset her, or you.”
“She’s not upset by it, at least not anymore. It was more of a shock, him being your younger stepbrother, and all. We just hope you both know what you’re doing.”
“I’m in love with him, Daddy.”
“Huh. I see.”
“I know it sounds crazy. All those years we never really connected, I never really knew him, but the last few… I don’t know. We’ve gotten closer, gotten to know each other. I know he’s younger, but, he’s so cool, we’re on the same wavelength, like it’s meant to be. Like you and Kate after Mom died.”
This struck a nerve with Ethan. He’d never thought he’d get married again after Rosa died and he raised Maggie the rest of the way on his own. But that changed when he met Kate.
“How’s Brad feel about it?” he asked.
“The same.” She was relieved that her father seemed to be taking it all in stride.
“So, what are you going to do?” he said. “You’re still technically married. And you are living in different time zones.”
“I know. We have to work that out.”
“Well,” Ethan said, rising up from his desk. “Sounds like you two have your work to do on this relationship. If there is any way I can help, let me know.”
“Sure, thanks Dad. Know a good divorce lawyer?”
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He didn’t, but his attorney recommended someone. Agatha Mann.
“She’s the best, I’m told,” Ethan said. “A real Alpha Female, she’s brutal, goes for the throat. Only represents women. They call her the Mann Eater.”
“Dad, I don’t know if I need a man eater. We have no kids or assets to fight over. I just want to get out without a lot of hassles.”
“She’ll take care of it. Call her.”
So she did.
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Maggie and Brad managed a two-day tryst in mid-January. They met in a small town roughly midway between the two of them. They got a room at the Red Roof Inn right off the highway and fucked their brains out from late Saturday afternoon until checkout time on Monday. They reluctantly parted and went their separate ways, without seeing any of the town, and sore in all the right places from their gymnastic exertions in the king bed.
They wanted to be together badly, but came no closer to a solution. Brad was an outdoorsman, and in his heart knew that sooner or later he’d be miserable if he moved back to the city. He explained to Maggie that he could put in for a relocation, but there were no guarantees, it could take many months if not years, and there weren’t any posts that much closer anyhow. Also, because his particular job was not one that most rangers wanted, living back in the woods a half-mile from the nearest parking, finding a replacement could be difficult and take time. He had promised that he would not leave unless they had his replacement ready to go. And Maggie had her own commitment to her job, and of course, her father.
So what to do? Brad would go crazy in the city, and was it fair to make Maggie leave her job, leave her father hanging, and move to the boonies?
They talked on the phone as much as they could, but even that was problematical. Brad had no signal back in the bush, so he’d have to drive to park headquarters to call her on his cell. His usual mode of communication in the forest was by two-way radio.
They mailed each other gifts for Valentine’s Day. Brad sent Maggie a very nice card, apt for a passionate lover and not a stepsister, two bangles to match the choker he’d given her, and had a dozen red roses delivered to her at the store. She sent him a sexy card too, and another pair of silk boxers. The boxers were white with red hearts of different sizes scattered about and four words in baby blue lettering: HOME OF THE WHOPPER.
Brad was sitting in his car that evening in the parking lot of the park headquarters. He’d picked up his mail and when he opened his gift he laughed out loud. God I love her, he thought, and he called her. She picked right up. They thanked each other, then it was I love you, I miss you, I want you. He had an erection in a few seconds and unzipped. He came in a couple minutes, and she described to him what she was doing to herself, and that she wished he was the one doing it to her, and he soon knew by her grainy breath that she had come too.
"God, I need you.”
“Yes. I need you too.”
“Can you get some time off?” he asked.
“I have vacation days coming. Why?”
“Would you come to visit? I could get some days off, and…”
“I’d love to,” she said. “Thought you’d never ask.”
“I could show you where I live, what I do, we can make it fun, but…”
“Brad. I said I’d love to.”
They chose the days, a whole week in late March.
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It would be Sunday-to-Sunday. Brad booked them a room in a hotel on the edge of town, just a few miles outside of the park entrance. He stocked it with champagne on ice. The room was on the second floor and had a bird’s-eye view of the parking lot facing the road. Brad had texted Maggie the hotel name, location, and room number. He taped a large, yellow cardboard sign to the outside of the railing that read BRAD LOVES MAGGIE in large, red, can’t-miss block letters and a heart for the O, then sat in a chair on the balcony and watched for her.
The town was of medium size, big enough to have the amenities and services to fill the needs of its residents, but not so big that it was noisy, congested or polluted. There were a number of hotels, bars, and restaurants to serve the numerous visitors that would spend a day or two before entering, or after leaving, the park, forest, and mountains. There was a hospital, doctors galore, theaters, a river walk, even a small zoo. There was a small, vibrant downtown and the highway leading to the park went right down Main Street.
It was about five p.m. when Brad saw her car pull into the parking lot. He stood up and waved. Maggie’s face broke into a big grin when she saw the large sign draped across the railing. She found a spot right next to the building, not twenty feet from where he stood. She got out of the car and looked up at him, her hand shading the sun from her eyes.
“Hey Sailor,” she called. “Looking for a date?”
“Waiting on you.”
“Nice sign, I could see it as soon as I pulled in off the road. But you can take it down now, I’m here.”
“Naw, I’m gonna leave it up. I want everybody to know how I feel about you. Now get your butt up here.”
“Ooh, bossy. I like that.” She grabbed a small suitcase out of the backseat, locked her car, and headed for the stairwell.
Brad greeted her at the top of the stairs, took her bag and grabbed her hand, and led her into the room. As the door closed and locked behind them, he put the suitcase on the floor and turned to face her. He took both of her hands in his and they both squeezed. Their eyes burned holes and their lips curled into relaxed smiles.
They kissed. Long. Their fingers untangled. Their arms surrounded their bodies, their hands wandered over backs and butts. Tongues tangoed and tasted again.
“Finally,” Brad said.
“Yes. Finally.”
“How was the drive?”
“Long.”
“Is there anything I can get you? Anything you want? You want a shower, are you hungry?”
“Just fuck me.”
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They did a lot more than that. They spent the next four hours horizontal in bed, making hard love. Every inch of their bodies were treasured and caressed and all of their openings were penetrated by fingers and tongues and cock. Brad sucked her tits almost raw and pounded his love into her, into her mouth and cunt and ass. Maggie licked the length of him, sucked him like a Hoover on high, and tongued him. Their kisses were grimy with cum and funk, but still they went on and on.
They called out to have food delivered. They ate salads and shared a white pizza and drank champagne. They showered, got back into bed, fucked. They slept enwrapped, like rocks. In the morning they did it all again, thinking, this is wonderful, a whole week together. They made the most of it. They made love all morning and barely had time to shower by checkout time.
The afternoon was spent walking around town. Lunch at a local pub, and a couple Bloody Marys. They visited the shops and bought them both some silk underwear. They walked the avenue, and then the side streets, checking out the neighborhoods. Finally, they worked their way back to the main drag and ended up at the edge of town closest to the park.
“What’s that place?” Maggie asked, pointing to a vacant commercial property with a large for-sale sign out front.
“That’s the old Agway, the feed store,” Brad said. “It closed up last fall. Why?”
“Oh, nothing. Just seems odd, being vacant and all. It sticks out. I haven’t seen another storefront that was empty. This town seems to be abuzz with business and activity.”
“It is. It’s the last stop before people enter the park to hike, camp, raft, canoe, climb, explore, whatever. They spend their money on gas, food, lodging and whatever else they’ll need in the forest and the mountains.”
“Hmm.”
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Back at the hotel, Maggie said wait a minute before they got into their separate cars. She pulled a large backpack out of the trunk and started transferring all of her clothing and other items from the suitcase to the backpack.
“I knew I’d be hiking in,” she said. “Be a lot easier this way.”
Brad smiled and shook his head. Good thinking, he thought, she’s amazing. She’s the one.
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That was the beginning of a seven day love-fest. For a solid week they were never apart.
They hiked into his cabin that night. She loved the place. Simple, but comfortable. One big room, which was both living and sleeping space, and a loft. A small kitchen on one side, and the bathroom on the other. It was still chilly out, so they fired up the wood stove. It was warm. Brad had stocked the fridge and cupboards and they cooked a simple supper from what was handy. Deliciously filled up, they cleaned up, and made love.
The week flew by. Brad had taken the next two days off, so all they did was eat and fuck. Then he had to go back to work. Maggie tagged along as he went about his tasks and made his rounds, loving the freedom of the outdoors, breathing in the fresh, cool air, a pleasure after being cooped up in the store day after day. Brad was used to being on his own most of the time, so he really enjoyed her company, it made each day fly along. They talked and joked the hours away as he did his chores.
On Friday evening they hiked about eight miles to the crest of the mountain and made camp in the backcountry near the peak. They slept in a pup tent and awoke before dawn and climbed to the lookout where they held each other and watched the sunrise to the east and had a perfect view in all directions of the valleys below. Then they went back into their tent and made love until their mixed cum soiled the sleeping bags.
They checked back into the hotel on Saturday afternoon so they could have a night on the town and Maggie would have a better chance to get an early start for her drive home. They had seafood dinners at a nice restaurant overlooking the narrow river, then a couple drinks at a small bar where a jazz trio was playing. Their moods became more melancholy as the evening wore on because they knew this would be their last night together for some time. They walked back to their room hand-in-hand.
“I really like this town,” Maggie said, as they neared the hotel. “Could you live in town if you chose to? Or do you have to live in the park?”
“Sure, I could live in town, plenty of the rangers do. Why, would you like to live here?”
“It’s something to think about.”
Back in the room, they got ready for bed but didn’t plan on sleeping for a while. Maggie came out of the bathroom buck naked and crawled into bed, smelling of tangerines. Brad breathed in her sexy scent.
“Ooh Baby, you know what I like,” he said and licked her breasts.
Maggie giggled, and said, “I smell like this from head-to-toe, Honey. I want my man turned on. I want you in all my holes tonight.”
Brad mashed his mouth onto hers and they were instantly sucking tongues and groping for genitals. His dick was already hard in her skilled hand. She rolled him onto his back.
“First, I’m going to suck your beautiful cock,” she said.
She sucked on her middle finger for a moment, then rammed it up his ass with a jolt. She went down and wrapped her lips around his loaded cock and within seconds her lips were kissing his balls. Brad leaned his groin into her face in time with her and could feel the tip of his dick tapping the back of her throat. The sensation was intoxicating, and with the matching penetration going on in his asshole, he knew he was going to come big, and sooner not later.
Brad’s balls were a cauldron of hot cum. They went at it for only a few minutes before he knew that despite his best effort to hold it back, he was going to have to let it go. And you would have thought that after a week of constant lovemaking, his cumload might have been a little light. But it wasn’t; his body went into spasm and his tired pecker gave Maggie a healthy mouthful.
“Hmm, shrimp,” she said as she tasted, swallowed, and scooped a stray bullet of semen off of her chin.
That’s how they got started. But Maggie didn’t let him go limp. She climbed up and lowered herself onto him, surrounded his cock with her cunt, and fucked him, squeezing her walls around his bloated member until she unleashed. And it didn’t stop there. Brad ate her pussy, then he fucked her until they came again.
Maggie went to the bathroom and returned with flavored lube. She wanted it up the ass. She slathered it on his cock and up inside her. Brad kissed her ass, licked her, tongued her, then put the head of his dick against her winking rim.
“Fuck me hard, Baby,” she said. “I want to feel you for days.”
So he gave her the biggest ass-banging she ever had. Maggie knew it too, her moans and groans were louder than ever, sprinkled with colorful language, and her body shimmied like a willow in the wind.
They didn’t get to sleep until very late. In the morning Brad had his normal hard-on, but he controlled himself. Maggie had a long drive and he knew he shouldn’t start up any shenanigans and hold her up. He let his boner subside and waited patiently in bed as Maggie showered and prepared to leave. It was a sad goodbye, but not a long one.
Brad kissed her long and hard through the window of her car, and copped one last feel. Maggie’s eyes were watering when they parted.
“We have to figure this out,” she said.
“I know. We will.”
“My divorce is moving along. Should be finalized in a couple months. Maybe sooner.”
“That’s good. Sooner the better.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Brad watched her drive away with watery eyes of his own.
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They kept up their regular phone calls, and the theme of their conversations always revolved around their dilemma. They loved each other, they wanted, no, needed to be together. But they were both entrenched in their jobs 350 miles apart. Something had to give. Or somebody. Or both.
Finally, they agreed on a plan. Maggie agreed to ease her way out of her job at the store, but it might take some time. She couldn’t leave her Dad hanging, at least until she trained a reliable replacement. She would move in with Brad, and they would live in the town outside the national park. Brad would notify his bosses that he would be moving out of the cabin and into town. They would have to find someone to take over for him as well. All this might take time, but she would finally be divorced and they could really start their life together.
After that, their phone talks were enthusiastic and upbeat. They discussed their progress transitioning from their jobs, and planned and discussed how great it would be to live together. To be together. The weeks flew by.
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On a day off in Mid-June, Brad picked up his mail. Along with the usual assortment of bills and junk mail was a package from Maggie. It was a large bubble envelope. When he got back in his car he ripped it open. There was a greeting card and a flat, gift-wrapped box. He opened the card first.
It was a Father’s Day card. The card itself was basic, but Maggie had written him a short love letter on one side, telling him how much she looked forward to soon being together, and how lucky she felt that they had finally found each other, even though they’d both been right under their noses all along.
He picked up the gift, and had a good idea what it was before he opened it. And he was right: Silk boxers. With a big smile, he held them out in front of him. They were black with multicolored fireworks of varied sizes exploding all over them, and BIG DADDY written in big bold letters across the front.
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MasturbationUte Trucking, Spider Silk By: Malissa Madison 6/22/2013 At twenty three the driver of the black truck looked more like a super hero type. Something on the same level with Laura Croft with her long black hair braided down her back, ending just below her belt line. Her figure sported flaring hips a tiny waist, and a pair of firm B cup breasts. This was the end of a month long haul she was making for her friend Robert, who was in turn taking care of her son while she...
A Nightmare in Silk and Lace 3 by Cordellian (Dedicated to all the lovely girls on Fictionmania who have given me so much encouragement with their flattering reviews) (One) Dean had been quickly marched out through the rear door - the servant's entrance - of the hotel and into a staff compound where a transit van lay idle with its engine running. The rear doors were already open, offering a glimpse inside of two rows...
(author's note): Silkie, now thirty-eight, is telling her lover Denis, about things that happened in her life before she was eighteen. I don't know if her anecdote violates guidelines for this site or not. Can fictional adults in a piece of fiction talk about events in their past? Silkie might even be making some of this up for Denis' pleasure, which adds yet another layer of fiction to the story, I don't know the answer, so I'll just put it out there and see what happens. Thanks!...
He was getting all flustered. I was thinking:"Bruce doesn't want to come in his pants in the middle of the fucking library........I knew enough about boys to know they could go off really fast..but still, I was turned on too, and I wanted to be kissing him...........I wanted to kiss him and pull his dick out and kiss him and jack him off right there." So I decided it would be hot to talk to him about that. I had done some hand-jobs with boys at this point in my life, seen some boys come, I...
"How does that feel, Leo, if I push my ass on you like that? How does that feel, baby?" " If he comes before I do, I'm gonna be really pissed. Can't have that. I need to come, I really need it, I don't think he is going to last very long." "One thing I learned about getting it in my ass is that I can rub myself as hard and fast as I want, the dick never gets in the way, and the guy is still fucking me like crazy................"" 'I was masturbating as hard as I could. He had his arms around...
Sarah came over where i was stnding, mostly naked, in the midlle of the room"Silkie, you were great, I don't know what's wrong with these people. I always start to beat off when you tell that story, especially when your panties are around your ankles and you are dancing. with Miguel.I want you to try something. Let's get one of this big-dicked boys over here. I'm sorry that I never got to see you whoring, baby, I'll bet that was really something.can you do your whore talk on one of these...
Sailors in Silks - Chapter 2 B - By: Beverly Taff Foreword to all: I read the first chapter of Corsets and Cutlasses on the Fictionmania site when it was written and posted there by Cleo Marie. I so liked the story that I contacted Cleo Marie through the remarks column at the end of the story and expressed an interest in writing a follow up to her first chapter. After some detailed Internet correspondence, Cleo decided that she would let me, 'Borrow' the plot of her story' and...
Sailors in Silk, Chapter 12B - By: Beverly Taff Characters: Myself: Madeleine, a very effeminate and pretty she-male who is vigorous and entire. Elizabeth: My erstwhile long term sapphic partner. Azure: Our wise Moorish doctor and herbalist. Thomasina: Once called Timothy a deck boy who was injured and castrated by an exploding cannon. Davinia: Once called David but also injured and castrated by the same exploding cannon. Najanga: An African Princess, freed from a slave...
I once read somewhere that only mature women can wear purple successfully. I hate the word mature. It connotes old age, rather that sophistication, which is closer to the mark. But you can be sophisticated and not mature. If you have not experienced this, you will just have to trust me until you experience it for yourself. Besides, old was not a term I would use. She admitted to being over 40, but standing in the opening of my cube, I would not have put her at more than 35 and judging by the...
A Study in Silk by Aleisha James Greg and I were in the bathroom, crowded around the small vanity, each trying to get as much of the mirror as we could without actually poking elbows at the other. Greg had started ahead of me and was already doing his eyes, while I was still making sure that my foundation looked perfectly smooth. Suddenly he stood up, and lowering his eyeliner pencil he began to shake, while I could see tears beginning to well from his eyes. "What's...
A Nightmare in Silk and Lace 2 (One) Dean wasn't happy about this, but on the other hand going along with the plan meant he now had the key to his penis restraint. After a couple of days locked up, he longed for some sexual relief. Truth be told, certain aspects of his situation were actually quite erotic, though he could never admit as much to Gemma or anyone else. The stockings in particular were very sensual, and it was impossible not to be turned...
Brad was heading to his parents’ house for Thanksgiving. Even though it was a seven hour drive, he tried to make it back home several times a year to visit for a few days, to see his mom and stepfather, and catch up with friends. He worked as a park ranger and lived in a remote outpost in a national forest, and although he loved the woods and the solitude and the peacefulness of the wilderness, it was good to get back to civilization every now and then. He usually was craving human interaction...
"Julian, we would like some more wine and that hashish you and I had the other night............yes, that night, dear...........is any of that left?.............but before you go............ "Rachel what do you prefer, men or women?" "Silkie, you are messing with me..........I like............ummmmm...what shall I say?.............I like to have my face between a woman's thighs while I feel a man do me from behind..........oh..I like that a lot.....Julian, I packed Sylvia's ass with...
Sailors in Silk, Chapter 4B - By: Beverly Taff List of Girl's names: (To help the Author's memory.) Elizabeth; My friend Azure; The Berber lady. Najanga; An African Chief's daughter rescued from the slave ship. Ongola; Another girl rescued from the slave ship. Obengi; Another girl rescued from the slave ship. Axetl. Azure's apprentice in the ship's pharmacy. Eventually, Timothy confirmed that we were South of Rio de Janeiro. Carefully we felt our way along the latitude...
Imprisoned in Silk 1. A new home with a girl "This must be what's called 'Love at First Sight'," Geoffrey thought as he laid in bed, as he was about to fall asleep. He had gotten to Mrs Driver's foster home that very morning, and as soon as he had seen Alice, he had known that, this time, at last, he was to be blessed with the apparition of an angel. The (almost) sixteen years he had spent on this planet, or rather the Birmingham area, had been rather gray, bleak and dull. Taken...
10. A quiet dinner They went downstairs, and Geoffrey amazed Mrs Driver with the skill he displayed to walk on high heels. As they entered the large kitchen and dining room, Alice shrieked with delight as she saw "Jessica". "Oh, Mommy Driver, Jessica looks so good. She has such a nice smile! I'm glad she decided to become a girl, it's like I'm going to have a little sister..." Geoffrey did not comment in any manner. He had very mixed feelings: he was appalled at the way the women...
A Nightmare in Silk and Lace pt 5 by Cordellian (Dedicated to the lovely Annabel Barnes who has never failed to remind me to complete this story each and every time we've met at some dinner party or other...) 'Taking good care of our sissy' is the way Marina and Claire liked to describe it. They smiled at one another as Dean screamed, which he always did when the hard jet of cold water hit his skin. Coming so soon after the hot water from the shower, the shock was extreme to say...
I once read somewhere that only mature women can wear purple successfully. I hate the word mature. It connotes old age, rather that sophistication, which is closer to the mark. But you can be sophisticated and not mature. If you have not experienced this, you will just have to trust me until you experience it for yourself. Besides, old was not a term I would use. She admitted to being over 40, but standing in the opening of my cube, I would not have put her at more than 35 and judging by the...
"Thank you." I said softly, twisting my hands. Billy merely inclined his head. "I mean, I had a few things of my own of course, but nothing that would be this..." I waved at the tree where the crystal ornaments reflected the lights causing prisms to dance. Still nervous I blew out the candles on the kitchen island. The candles in the living room I'd let stay. There were some on each table, some on the mantle. I flipped the light off in the kitchen. The tree, candles, and the fire was...
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
Imagining herself, for a moment, in the half-light of the evening, Rachel is standing on the balcony of my penthouse blindfolded...the warmth of a little delectable morsel radiating from her soft belly, as I slowly lower her top from her shoulders, my firm hands massaging her arms and breasts into relaxation, as the garments fall away....The natural ease of my touch makes her weak in the knees, but she is not permitted to lie down just yet: I place her hands on a polished mahogany railing,...
The Red Silk Nightgown When my beautiful sexy cousin Marcy entered my bedroom wearing only a red silk nightgown my pecker stood at attention. It had been a warm summer night and I was naked under just an old thin sheet. She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed and made small talk. Being almost sixteen years old she was much older and much more sophisticated than I was at just fourteen. Marcy was spending the summer with us. I think she was being punished for something but I...
4. Mrs Driver takes things in her hands He was taken out from his reverie by Mrs Driver's voice. Alice changed her attitude right away, looking down on her nice pink high heel shoes. "And what things was he trying to do to you, that you had to truss up the lad in such a way, young woman?" Mrs Driver asked peremptorily. "He was trying to fondle my breasts, and he was calling me names..." Alice replied still as shyly. "What names, pray you?" "Bad names for lesbians..." "Did...
A NIGHTMARE IN SILK AND LACE 4 By Cordellian With editing and additional loveliness by Rhonda Wagram Gemma Layton gazed around her new office with a deep and glowing sense of satisfaction. A traditional girl at heart, she had modelled the d?cor and layout on Don Draper's office in the TV series "Mad Men". There was a big desk with photos of her family displayed prominently, and an executive leather swivel chair with head rest and arm rests....
This is a story about a young man who is desperate for a job any job and ends up at a women's boutique This story is meant for anyone over 18 years old if you younger leave this page! By G.Lacy Panties Frills and Thrills in silk, satin and lace, Here I was 24 years old walking the streets looking for a job any job I had lost my last job about 5 months ago, sold my car, dumped my cell phone, and just couldn't seem to find a job anywhere in this small town, I tried...
Sailors in Silk, Chapter 3B - By: Beverly Taff Our newly won pirate ship continued sailing westerly very slowly in the balmy tropical airs. More importantly, our two new crewmembers of Timothy and David continued with their remarkable recovery. Whatever secrets Elizabeth had learned in her Parisian finishing school it seemed that she had used her time wisely. Within a week, both boys were up and mincing delicately around the deck. I felt a huge sympathy for them but between...
One night, I was sitting in my home, listening to a mix CD of soft music on my CD player. The love songs made me think of my lover Brandon. I nearly fell asleep on the couch, listening to the music when I heard knocking on my door. I opened the door and there was Brandon. He had a bag in his hand. I was so glad to see him. We sat down on the plush cream-colored loveseat. He handed me a box from the bag and said to me ‘I bought you something.’ I smiled as I opened to see what was inside. I...
My parents have the k**s this weekend. That’s usually the ticket to some sex for hubby and I. But, after eight years of wedded bliss, sex had oftentimes lost its edge. Kiss a little. Rub a little. Suck a little (if I was lucky). Fuck a little. Come. I wanted this evening to be more special. To have more excitement, more energy. “I’m going to rinse off before bed. Can you bring us up a drink?” I was sure he was anticipating the lovemaking as I was. The shower heightened my arousal. I’d been...