Dream of Destruction
- 2 years ago
- 19
- 0
Note: This is how a dream can destroy.
Some people think that dreams are suppressed wishes of the mind or a bridge to our emotions. The only thing I know is that this dreams destroyed my life. This dream is between me and my wife’s ‘play s****r’ (Wendy). My wife name is Vanessa. We have been married for awhile but Wendy is a single Mom. Her k**s are grown and on their own. Vanessa and Wendy had been best friends for many years but their was a heated race for a man when they were both single. Now that Vanessa has been married to me for 5 years, Wendy is still looking. Wendy is 50, Vanessa is 57 and I am 61. Wendy and her father owns a Pastry Shop. Vanessa works there too when it is busy. I would say Wendy has a strong will on the edge of a “Type A” personality but she and Vanessa talk each day.
Let me describe Wendy is a Brazilian, her father is from California but her mother is from Brazil. So she has citizenship in two country’s. She is 280 pounds, a true BBW (44G-35-40), long straight blonde hair with deep brown eyes. With a face that can be only described as the “a face that could launch 1,000 ships”. Men would be willing to die for just one glimpse of her perfect bronze skin.
One day Vanessa told me she had to go to the store. I was tired from work so I told her to go alone. On to the dream, it seems that every day after work I hear of some new attempt Wendy has made to get a man. After I heard Vanessa leave I turn the TV on to watching reruns of Bonanza. As I relaxing in my recliner. Suddenly I felt hands moving across my shoulders then slowly down my chest I enjoyed it after a hard day at work I reached for her wrist as she says “I have been wanting to do this to you for a long time”. Just then I realized it was not Vanessa but Wendy.
I wondered often: If I had meet Wendy first. Would we hit it off ? To just enjoy her company. To occasionally have small talk with the goddess of my fantasy. To feel the warmth of her body to kiss every part of her beautiful body just the thought sends chills of joy through me on many occasions. The things I would do for her but she was forbidden fruit !! She was my wife’s best friend.
Then I heard a car. Realizing it might be my Vanessa. I woke with the intense hard on this man ever felt. I then realized I had a sensual dream about Wendy, my wife’s play s****r !! As I got myself up from the recliner. I hurried to the bathroom. Before the door to the garage open. Then I striped as my dream ran continuous in my mind. Which did not help my dick out.
As I wonder if Wendy has any thought of me sexually. If she could see me now! What would she think. It was not long before streams of cum shooting from my dick like a gushing oil well. I imagine my cum were hitting Wendy’s face and chest. Soaking her smooth skin with strings of cum. AHHHH relief as my dick return to it’s normal size. How close that was from being caught by Vanessa.
The depravity of whats happening only makes my lust for Wendy stronger. I am glad Wendy lives more than 50 miles away. So I decide to forget about the dream. Until a few days later, Vanessa got a call from Wendy. She asked Vanessa if I could come to her house because she could hear running water. And it needed to be checked out. This would be the first time seeing Wendy since my dream. Driving to Wendy’s I did not know what to do. Maybe I should of told my wife my infatuation with Wendy. That would just lead to unanswerable questions and bad feelings. But just then I heard my GPS said “you have reached your destination ”. Well too late to turn back now.
Wendy invited me in for a cold drink. She was wearing a pair of wore faded jeans and a blouse. As we sat with a cold ice tea. I decided to make my move. As I get up my nerve to approach her. I took a hard swallow and told her that Vanessa and I sex life as become non existent. Do you know how many times Vanessa touched by ‘f****y jewels’ this calendar year? Wendy’s response was “zero”. I was surprised that she would know. Then I said “you are the most classic lady that I ever met but, if you were given a chance would you make a move on me. If I was not married to your best friend?” Just as the last word came through my mouth. I felt sick. Like I had done something wrong. So I closed my eyes, expecting the roof to fall or Wendy’s to show her Brazilian temper. The next few seconds seem like hours. But then Wendy said “does a cougar have a tail … hell yes just give me a chance”.
Wendy said “All types of men are always leaving there number hoping for date with me. Vanessa and I has a running joke about it. But I do not date customers”. “If you could have one thing what would it be” I said. Fully expecting her to say a boat full of money or something. Knowing the way she is. She extended her finger and pointing at my dick. She continued, “I know Vanessa is having her hair done. That she will not be back for several hours. Let me show you something. If you can stand it.” As she takes my hand and lead me away.
When we get to her bedroom she sat on the bed then patted next to her a cue for me to sit next to her. When I sat, she hugged me and said ‘ I did not think you would ever come to my bedroom. I have seen how you been looking at me. You have been wanting to be alone with me for a while … uh? Well, you got your chance’. Then she lean forward as our lips meet. The feeling of her lips hitting mine. We both was transported into a illicit world. I became a willing participant in a forbidden affair. That we both wanted but never dared to take the first step until now.
She look deep into my eyes as if she wanted to read my intentions and told me that she was attracted to me ever since meeting me? But Vanessa was always near. Do you think I am fat”? She asked. “Hell no, this man likes meat … bones are for dogs” I said. Then she walked on the other side of the bed and slowly taking off her white blouse off as my eyes could not believe what was next.
With a Navy colored bra on she sway her body from side to side. As she slowly unclasp the bra sliding her arm out of the lop. Then, she turned around while holding the garment while making intense eye contact with me. Then she let the blouse fall to the floor. Then, she turn around, bend slightly forward she hook her thumbs into the pants, with her backside toward me rolling them down and kick it away. Reviling a G string. Then she wiggled out of them to show me her shaved triangle between her legs.
She toss your hair back, licking her lips, while maintain a sultry smile. Which spoke volumes. She caress her breasts, and show what a great time she was having. Then she unclasp her bra until it just covers her breast. First, she cover her breasts with your hands, slowly kiss them. As she slowly let the bra fall. Then, slowly move her hands off her breasts, first one then the other. As her black aureole appeared I could not take my eyes off of them. As it contract her bronze color skin. By now my dick was bobbing, I was breathing heavily, my heart wanted to pop out of my chest.
Standing there nude I saw a lascivious woman, with a stacked deck. I had an excellent view of a very plump pussy and the pleasure of seeing a large pair of boobs with a nipple that would stoke the fantasy of any man. As my head pounds with excitement. As I salivate to see and remember every detail. Wendy a BBW has just done a striptease just for me. I could not believe this was really happening. As my carnal desire took over.
Then she said “Would you be interested in what you see?” As she stood there erotically. “Don’t just sit there … it will be a terrible thing to let this juicy wet pussy go to waste !! Set me on fire like I know you want to”. So I proceeded to take off my clothes as I go around her king size bed. By the time I reached her our clothes were thrown all over the room. Her eyes lid open wide as she had a full view of my 7” dick and my eyes locked on her 14 Karat white star belly button ring. Then we reached for each other as we held for a long embrace. We kisses like to teenagers out under the football stands. Nothing could stop us now. My dream has become reality.
With a full figure, in all areas between my arms, I stood there enjoying her warm body against mine. Then she laid in bed then I ate her pussy. Just about the time I open her pussy to get to the pink. She moan and shutter into utter ecstasy. Our connection tighten as we were in bed. It felt so natural and wonderful to share intimate sinful moments with my forbidding lover. We spent more time having sex in her bedroom that day. Than all the time with my wife having sex, in 2 calendar years. She allowed my sexual passion to be released. And she found a taboo lover/b*****r.
I was caught like a fly in a glass jar. How could I resist Wendy’s resistible body anymore? When every time I close my eyes there she is “as nude as a jaybird”. I now know I should have put a stop to it before it ever got this far. But no, I had to let my horny self lead me by the nose. Right into seeing Wendy’s forbidden nude body, her size 44G breast and taste her sweet tight pussy. But it is too late to turn back. I was burnt by the goddess of my lust.
As our affair deepen whenever we felt the need Wendy and I would arrange a meeting. Especially when my wife would go and get her hair done. We made a detail plan on how Wendy would lead my wife into believing she was on one of her many another encounters with a man. My wife was never knew what lies were being told.
We continue this affair for close to a year until Wendy’s business was closed by the state health board. Wendy was arrested and put on trail. Where the truth about our affair came to light in a court room. For all to see including my wife. Who heard the truth, for the first time. As I saw her expression change I know it would be a long ride home. It was a quite one for sure.
When we arrived home she wanted to know all the sorted details about our affair. In a attempt to save our marriage I told her everything. But she was not satisfied until she tore off my clothes I was wearing and burned them in the fireplace. As I begged for mercy with no answer. I realized that my marriage was finished.
As a plea bargain agreement, Wendy went to jail for 8 months. Vanessa was destroyed. My marriage was finished. After getting out of jail. Wendy quietly moved to Montana to stay with her cousin. I received a letter from her. Enclosed was a picture of her standing in a snow bank. She had on a fur coat but she had it open to expose her nude body. With that belly ring shining in the sun. With a note that said “This is how I want you to remember me”. It was the last time I heard from her.
Welcome to self destruction now lets blow through some quick questions so we can get started
BDSMDestructionSynopsis: A slave is used by his new Mistress and her friendI’d met her online, and four weeks later I was waiting nervously, naked in between the only two bushes in the parking lot. Cars drove along the main road lighting up my hiding place as they went past. I was beginning to think this was a really bad idea, when a car turned in and parked at the other end of the parking lot. It sat there idling for what seemed like forever then the trunk popped open. This was it, I ran as fast...
The destruction of the Oniwabanshuu--that moment is creeping over closer to the Aoiya. Meanwhile... (Hiko and Kenshin leap to the attack; Hiko kicks Kenshin in the back before he can strike.) Hiko: You held the sword high up over your head. Attacks aren't limited to the sword. You're relying too much on your speed at reading your opponent's moves. It's a good thing I decided to test you before I taught you the secret techniques. I wouldn't have thought you'd be so out of...
Dreamscape Conclusion By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 5: Dream Walker Fear, confusion and fraud. These were the three words, which had dominated my existence since I died in a car accident. Through cosmic happenstance, I emerged from a coma in the body of Lucy Maya. My second chance at life, so to speak, was not one of wonderment at the miracle of being given another crack at life, as one would expect. Quite the opposite. I tip toed through this life fearful more people...
Part 1 of a multi-parter. Dreamscape 1 By Diana Kimberly Heche No, this isn't right! None of this is. I stopped in mid bite, then chewed the pancakes more slowly, straining my senses to search for the qualities that I loved in them so well. Nothing. It was not that they were bland in the traditional sense, they were completely devoid of taste altogether. Impossible. I picked up the glass of orange juice and brought the pulpy liquid to my nose, inhaling vigorously for a...
Water rushes in to meet her toes, wiggling things in the sand, petite and pretty. A wistful sigh escapes her as she turns her eyes to the horizon and wonders once more where he might be? What he might be doing? Her Dreamer. Does he think of her like she does him, she wonders. Does the night caress him with the softest brush of its lips, the darkness creep over his skin all shadows and longing and prickle his flesh with a kiss? She smiles as she closes her eyes and turns her face into the...
Love StoriesIt was time. As much as I would have liked to watch the ritual’s conclusion, we needed to attack while the townsfolk were distracted and their backs still turned. The shaman raised a steaming bowl of guts above his head and the crowd cheered in response. I raised my arm up and twenty archers drew their bows. I swiped downwards and twenty arrows soared. My arm went up, then down again, sending another twenty arrows skyward. Iron rain scattered amongst the townspeople. The...
Well, how do I start telling a story of the best party I have ever given. Well, I guess with some back ground. I am married to a wonderfully beautiful woman who shares my love for unusual sexual play. I love body modification using hard core sexual play. The pain is part of the experience. Dangerous play and the love of the unexpected. The party was easy to plan. We easily got 25 people to commit to it. Most were strangers, we insisted on that aspect. We then got the party room ready....
Note: This story involves my personal fetishes which involve extreme female subjugation, moderate amount of violence, abuse, and kidnapping. The ending is grim and readers may find it revolting or somewhat unbearable. There is basically only one sexual main plot in the story and the options are pretty obvious. If you like to see innocent young female adults getting penetrated by multiple men, you’re in the right place ;) ******* Yumi is a 21-year old, Asian girl with an angelic appearance, men...
Julie was in the kitchen making breakfast for her son Dave and her husband Charles. Dave followed his mother around the kitchen with his eyes. His mind kept drifting back to the night before. His father's pathetic attempt to arouse her. Dave had drilled a tiny peephole in the separating wall between his room and his parent's. He gawked as his father mauled Julie's tits through her sheer negligee. Julie was tired and not in the mood. "Honey, I am not in the mood!"
IncestI start by saying when you meet someone you really click with on every level from mentally to sexually dont freak out but. What you do next will me the world and believe me I know it as good as any I post my story here because my story truly spent a big portion here. This will be short and sweet and will be reworked in the coming days weeks or months but today is to much to bare.... I meet this amazing beautiful everything perfect inside and out she didnt see how I could see it but I called her...
"I guess I was always somewhat like this. Starting from the beginning, I was awkward as a teen. I was basically a stick figure. I didn't like my body at all. I had no curves, and nothing that I thought made me desirable to boys. I was all of five feet tall and weighed less than ninety pounds. My friend Angel had the body. She was always being hit on. She was blonde, and wore makeup better than I did. She had the curves the older boys loved, and she didn't mind sharing with them. She's really...
I’d met her online, and four weeks later I was waiting nervously, naked in between the only two bushes in the parking lot. Cars drove along the main road lighting up my hiding place as they went past. I was beginning to think this was a really bad idea, when a car turned in and parked at the other end of the parking lot. It sat there idling for what seemed like forever then the trunk popped open. This was it, I ran as fast as I could hoping it was the right car and hoping no one else decided to...
Chapter 1 Veronica reclined in her seat as her private jet sped across country. Despite the air conditioning, her milky white skin was sweaty, and her face flushed a deep red. Veronica felt at the dampness of her face, and brought a hand up to brush away a bothersome lock of sweaty red hair. She sat with right leg crossed elegantly over left. Veronica clenched her pelvic muscles, feeling the resistance of the vibrating toy buried in her cunt.Veronica was not alone in the clean white...
Born from the union of a speed boat racer and a professional athlete, I was probably hooked on it in my mother’s womb. Being involved in the races with Dad only did it for me until my teenage years, then I wanted, needed more. A career in the forces was an obvious choice.As a little boy the sirens used to mesmerize me. I’d like to say that these days they’re just a part of my everyday life, but God, a bit ashamed to admit it, they still turn me on.It doesn’t help now that Sgt Chesterfield aka...
OccupationsThe knock at the door interrupted a session with a client. I was unhappy about that. Clients are sometimes scarce in my kind of work. I charge high and I like to give them their money's worth. That's also why I had to answer the door; in case it was a potential client. If it was a salesman, I would be pissed. My office is a fourth floor walkup in a decrepit building in what is euphemistically referred to as a 'bad' part of town. I have no shingle out front and I do no advertising. The...
Chapter One Debbie sighed, it was almost quitting time on a Friday afternoon. She would do the same thing she did every weeknight. I'm in such a rut. She'd drive home from work, cook dinner, engage in lame conversation with her husband Jim over dinner, clean the kitchen, and putter around the house until Jim said he was going to bed. Then as his dutiful wife she would go to the bedroom to strip and get under the sheets to wait for her husband. He would do what he did every night. Climb...
Summer was nearly at an end for us in Federation. We were worried about the two missing boxes, but considering the size of Amity and past experiences, I knew they could be hard to find. In my case, I had no link to the boxes. They were not my type of magical boxes. Raina and her mob had linked together, but they couldn’t feel the boxes either. We decided that it would take a Queen Wizard to find them and we didn’t have one on this planet. We could only hope that they weren’t claimed or that...
Asteroids tumbled around the two Crytherian freighters as they slowly skirted the Oort cloud, at edge of the system. Aboard the Crytherian freighter, Bountiful Trove, Captain Jelkisa watched their escorts hyper to the ninth planet, to check out the sensor target they have picked up. Watching the view screen, he said, "Navigator Tilsi, set coordinates for two destinations, one the ninth planet, the other for the planet Karsakini." Turning to another Crytherian he continued, "Liskeria,...
Apparently nobody found it necessary to explain, why they had to return to the ship all of a sudden. Captain Archer's frequent evasions of a straight answer told her that they wouldn't like it. -=/\=- After almost three hours of meditation T'Pol found herself back in Paxton's Prison holding baby Elizabeth. One of Paxton's guards pointed a phase pistol at her head. Suddenly the door was opened and a guard shoved in Trip's beaten up body. Blood ran down his face. "I should have known...
Dreamscape III By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 3: Kirk, Janet and Betty I pulled into the parking lot a full 45 minutes early and sat in my car. I needed to get my mind around the idea that I was actually going to work. Never had I been this nervous reporting to a job, but never have I done so in a body, which was not mine. Craig Morton, my former self, was an advertising executive at the tender age of twenty-five - a well established wunderkind with a reputation throughout...
Wow, I guess I do have a special power of some kind. I started working with it trying to figuring out exactly what I was capable of doing. I didn't let anyone know about it. I just used it. It made me think back about Abby. No wonder she was so interested in my dream. I must have transferred it to her some way. Oh, hell, I dreamt of her again the other day. I wonder if she had that dream too? To began with, I decided to dream about some of the gals that walked, jogged, and rode their bikes...
Chapter 1: The Machine My fingers shook as I unwrapped the package. Finally. My own Duelling Machine. Actually, I mused as I skimmed the instruction manual, “Duelling Machine” is a misnomer, it should be called a Dream Machine but the wrong name stuck. Unlike Bova’s conception which was brought to life in the DM-90 model and allowed two people to share a dream as a virtual battle, the more advanced DM-92 allows the sharing of a dream without violence and this one, the DM-100, allows one...
My fingers shook as I unwrapped the package. Finally. My own Duelling Machine. Actually, I mused as I skimmed the instruction manual, “Duelling Machine” is a misnomer, it should be called a Dream Machine but the wrong name stuck. Unlike Bova’s conception which was brought to life in the DM-90 model and allowed two people to share a dream as a virtual battle, the more advanced DM-92 allows the sharing of a dream without violence and this one, the DM-100, allows one or more people to control a...
This story is not typical DG Hear. To be honest with you, I don’t know what a typical DG Hear story is. The readers define it to me that way. This story has more sex than usual. It was just a fun write for me. Hope you enjoy it. I want to thank Techsan for his editing prowess. He is definitely one of the best at his craft. * Chapter 1 I’m just an elderly man in my late fifties who spends a lot of time sitting on my porch and watching the world go by. The world to me is watching all the young...
When I woke up, that’s not right. I didn’t really wake up. When I first became aware of my surroundings, I was standing in space surrounded by billions of stars. Everywhere I looked there were stars and blackness. Something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Then I wished to see one of the stars a little more closely, suddenly I was there next to the star I had wished to be close to. I was surprised to find it wasn’t a star. It was, well, I didn’t know what to call it. It was a...
It was a brilliant Plan! It was a brilliantly conceived Plan to manipulate my young and na?ve Bride in the most devious yet subtle manner! But, in order for the Plan to succeed, Sally had to be convinced it was all HER idea! All I had to do to put my Plan into action was tell her about the 'Dream' I had last night! This was gonna be a cinch! Right? Dream By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 All rights reserved "It's just so bizarre, Theresa! At first I thought I hadn't heard h...
I awoke that morning with the vivid images exciting both my mind and my cock. I sat on the edge of the bed and replayed my dream in my head. The dream was so graphic; it was like watching a video on a high definition TV. I could feel my cock in its semi rigid state and the wetness as my pre-cum leaked onto my leg. I stood and moved into the bathroom to shave and shower. Ann lay asleep, unaware of the fantasy that had left me in this state. As I shaved I recalled more of the detail of the...
Dreamer I'm nothing but a dreamer "Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be loved forwards" Kierkegaard Contents Introduction 3 Setting the Scene 5 Going Out 9 In the Station 12 In Coffee House 19 Taxi Driver 23 WPC Time 26 Preparing to Party 30 The Ball 35 Introduction I have for a long time been excited at the idea of being exposed as a man who likes to dress as a woman, and the potential...
Jimmy Once again, Amber had to catch Christine as she almost fell off the bed. The difference was that this time she was awake, or at least conscious, sort of — it was still a dream after all. She was also white as a sheet. "David?" She looked from me to Amber and back again. "But you said ... Oh my god! You're her master? You're Jimmy?" "Yes." "And you're sixteen?" "I'm afraid so." "Oh ... my ... God! This isn't happening. I'm dreaming! That's it; I must be...
I had just got up the next day and was making coffee when someone was beating on my door. It was Pete. I let him in and asked what he was doing over so early? He told me he needed to talk to me. He told me that I would never believe what happened. "Okay, Pete, what happened?" I asked. "I had a dream last night and you were in it," he said. "So, what's the big deal that you had a dream, and why the hell are you dreaming of me?" I laughed. "It's not like that, Ben. I never had a...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...
Last night I had the most erotic dream I've had in a long time. My wife and I had a threesome with a another man. Well, really it was more of a teenage boy and it was less of a threesome and more like her making love to the two of us. First separately and then together. He and I never interacted with each other, but for me at least, there was an undeniable thrill in being naked and hard with him as we shared her between us. As I said, he was very young - probably no more than 18 or 19 years...
InterracialDream One. ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream...
Oral SexI admit it. Sometimes, I'm an asshole. Actually, that's really not much of an admission, so let me try that again. I admit it. On more than one occasion, I have found that I can become the biggest asshole in existence. We had been in the process of deciding what we were going to do, now that we were all together in Washington, and I was explaining to Mary that I trusted Aimee's investigator, a Mr. Voder. I was quite taken aback when Mary asked me if I only trusted Mr. Voder because...
Dream Six. ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone...
Dream Six. ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone...
First Time"Dream Cream" By Louise My name is...err was Lou. A few months ago after work I decided to go to the city's newest gentlemen's club. They were promoting the nation's newest porn star, Kristi Peaks (56G-26-36) and one luck guy would have a free VIP "dream" dance with Kristi. I ordered my drink and made small talk with Danielle, one of the very buxom bar maids; she was something to dream about. The DJ made the announcement with all the hoopla expected: "Here is the one all you guys...
ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone call and...
First TimeForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone call and...
First TimeSuggestive questions create a seductive quandary for mom by Oediplex 8==3~ αυστηρή γραμματικοί δεν υποχρεούνται να εφαρμόζουν * {be sure to look for the 'bonus boner' at the end!} THE QUESTIONS I'm Susan. My parents were hippies who lost their virginities to each other at a rock concert in college. I gave up my maidenhead to the guy who took me to my Senior Prom. (Grandma said it was tradition, for that's when she had sex first too.) My kid is now out of High School,...
She came to me very quietly, the bed moved as she moved across the end of the bed on her knees. Her long brunette hair swung seductively from side to side and as I lay with my head on the pillow I could see down her blouse. Her tits were perfect and swung side to side as she moved between my legs. She had to push my legs apart and I knew I was fully erect before her hand touched my bulge.She reached inside the leg of my briefs and pulled that hard fleshy shaft into view and she blew gently...
The next few days, Ethan barely missed any school days, when he as there, we were always together. Since that day at the cemetery, life seemed easier to bear, it felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. Since that same day, my nights were mostly dreamless, Ethan didn’t appear in my dreams as much. I still had that kickass attraction to him, but I didn’t know if he felt the same way. There were times when he always managed to find a way to touch me, brushing our hands in class, having...
I sit in the chair by the bedside, watching you as you sleep. Your breath, slow and even and your body only half covered by the sheet and comforter. I see your dark nipples as they rise and fall in time with your breathing, your round and firm behind the exotic sleeping gown you bought for yourself in Asia last year. The sleeping tablet you had taken doing what it was prescribed for. I love to watch you as you sleep, your full lips slightly parted, the long lashes on your eyes as they flutter...
EroticOn that day I went to the market and bought lots of flower so that I could decorate my bedroom. It was around 11pm I heard my room door open only to see my mother well dressed in red wedding saree with a glass of milk in her hand. I was shocked to see her that way. She is all dressed up and reminded me of a bride. Normally the newly-wed brides enter the room that way with a glass of milk. For a moment I thought it can’t be!!! I could not believe my eyes! As she entered she locked the bedroom...
IncestDream Girl By Roxy Nylons Kelly Vincent had a dream. Kelly's dream was to leave behind the humdrum world of her everyday, 9-to-5 existence and become a world-renowned Broadway actress. Ronald Horner, Kelly's longtime secret admirer, also had a dream. Ron's dream was also for Kelly to become a world- renowned stage performer, only not as an actress. Ever since the beautiful Kelly gently and innocently rejected Ron, several years ago, he has longed for revenge. Then, with no...
The Operation, Physically forced or blackmailed, Chemical or drug induced change. Dream girl CBA Preface I have read some exceptional stories on a couple sharing sites. Several of my favourites were written by She Devil, oh how I miss not seeing more from this author, it's like they wrote them just for me. The stories are so perfect. Anyway it's been years and years since anything new from them, and I'll likely never write at their level, but I'm going to see if I can't write...
There is something magical about wearing a dress. I don't know what it is but when I put one on it feels special. I wish I could find a woman who could appreciate the fact that I like feeling pretty and vulnerable and maybe I enjoy the one who needs to be protected. It's a fantasy, I know, but I can dream. Speaking of dreaming it's time for bed. I put on my nightie because I can. No-one has to know and it feels so nice. That night I have a strange dream. I feel like I run into...
Dream Girl by: Serenity The chit chat of foreign voices. The smell of harsh chemicals. The feeling of someones hands working on mine. Dreams are funny things. Unfocused, fleeting. Sometimes though, you have dream like mine was becoming. Almost too real, too exact. Too easy to believe. As the dream fills in, it is obvious I'm somewhere I don't belong. The bright fluorescents illuminate a nail salon like every other, filled with bright colors, mirrors, and row after row of tiny...
(Due to the large amount of copyright notices in this story, I have listed them in Author's Note's in order to not give away any details.) Dream Doll Story by Garath Xion Editing by Cedric Hasten "Can we go now?" James asked for the third time since entering the store. "Hold your damn horses alright? Geez, we're in a sex shop for crying out loud. You should be excited at the possibilities. What are you gay or something?" Ben shot back at him. James mentally sighed. He hated...
Here is a little story, You are free to archive this story at any no-fee website. Dream Girl By Rena So I've been given this gift. I have the ability to fulfill my own dreams. What do I mean? Everynight when I sleep my dreams are reality. Every touch, taste, sense, that I experience in dream world is just as real as going to work or eating breakfast. In my dreams I choose the plot and the natural laws. I have to formulate the rules before I go to bed and come up with an...
As the night drew near all I could see from my window in my bedroom was the ever-growing glow of the moon. I thought to myself wondering what is he doing? Or whom is he doing? And as I laughed to myself I thought “I don’t even know him and I can’t feel this for him my mind is playing tricks on me”. I thought back to the last time he was here and how we barely touched each other and I shook my head and said to myself I am not going to think of about him anymore I just need to sleep and dream. ...
ReluctanceNOTE #1: If you are offended by stories that lack crude, foul, or profane language, then this story is not for you. Likewise, if you are looking for descriptions of explicit sex or violent and aggressive behavior, you will have to look elsewhere. NOTE #2: This story is my property, but you may post it anywhere that makes it available to readers for free. If you do post it somewhere, please include all of it. And please let me know at: [email protected]. NOTE #3: All...
Chapter One She visited me again tonight. Like she had done before. I think she has been here at least 6 or 7 times, but never on two consecutive nights. She may have been here more often, but in the beginning I did not really notice her. She was just one in a long line of women, who visited my dreams. And like the others, I may not really have noticed her at all. When I woke up, all I could remember about them was: Did they have small tits or big tits, hairy pussy or shaved? They all had open...
Things were progressing as we moved into the most dangerous part of the game. Another couple died in an accident the second week of November. Two wasn't enough to establish even the semblance of a pattern, so for now we were still okay, but that wouldn't last. Eventually the numbers catch up, and they start to question the coincidence factor. For this reason, Jamie was targeting the most sadistic members of the group first – the ones like Essex who seemed to really get their kicks...
Normally, I am a science fiction writer. I mostly write about time travel. After experiencing this dream the other night, I had to write everything down. I’m still trying to figure out how to combine time travel and erotic fiction. Maybe someday I’ll figure it out. Please try to forgive the humor in the first part of the story. I add a little humor in my stories and it doesn’t change the outcome. ©2003 Sweeper43™ Productions ***** It all started on a Friday night. You see, I work two jobs and...
Allison Damn, sometimes I hate being right. And I know it drives Jimmy nuts. It was not even three months since Christine came into Jimmy's life – roughly ten weeks with him full time – and the change was complete, or seemed to be. Ten weeks ago, when she first found herself in the deep end of our little pool, she had been aghast at discovering that twenty-two year old 'David' was really sixteen year old Jimmy. She was so upset about it that she asked him to hide the knowledge from the...
Synopsis For those that can't quite remember part one, here's a brief synopsis and reminder of the main characters in the story. Michael: The poor guy that's been transformed into his own sexual fantasy. Tina: The woman that accidentally transformed him whilst trying to turn herself into Michael's dream girl. Michael saved Tina's life several months earlier. Mary: A friend of Tina's family. She was running the show and clearly has authority within the witches. Andrew:...