Turn the key, unlock the lock, quiet as a mouse;You in bed, sound asleep, as I sneak into your house. You gave me a key because you want it to be a total surprise;To wake you up from your deep sleep, climbing in between your thighs. Planting little sweet wet kisses from your knees up…
Emma awoke, to the feeling of the sunshine, warming her body. She reached over to the bedside table and pushed a button on the clock. It’s robotic voice said, “Saturday, 8:42 AM.” She sighed. The warmth from the sun felt luxurious. People often told her they felt sorry for her that she…
Late Night at the Office Part 3 The sensation is electrifying. I had never been with a woman before, so different from a man. Her soft hands spreading my lips, her tongue knowing the exact spot to tickle and how much pressure to apply. I lean my head back, not wanting to miss a single…
The night of 14 February engulfed the ocean. In the distance we can hear the laughs and chatting of the nightlife buzzing about. The sand is soft and cold beneath our feet, we have been walking along the beach arm in arm in the cool summers evening. The Atlantic licks softly at our ankles sending…
A hand on Joe’s shoulder made him jump. He looked up from his dessert bowl at his mother. “Joe, sweetie, are you sure there’s nothing wrong? You’ve had that vacant look on your face all day.” He found a smile and rubbed his eyes. “I’m fine, just, things on my mind.” “Well you know you…
He comes home from another shit day at work. ” I’m upstairs, I’ll be down in a minute” she calls down He drops his bag and heads for the bedroom, his girl is there tidying up in her faded scruffy t-shirt and her un sexy white cotton knickers, her hair is up in a pony tail,…
Published 12 years ago After dinner I’ve noticed that the wine is starting to take effect. You’re slowly letting go of you inhibitions, and curiosity is taking over. You pose the question of the eye hooks that in the door frame to my bed room. I reply that’s to tie you up. The image in…
Arlanda Airport, Stockholm. You must walk for miles to reach any destination. It gets especially inconvenient when you finally find your bag among hundreds of similar ones. I’ve heard airports in London or NYC were even worse, but they are yet for me to discover. I’ve been to Arlanda for a few times already and…