Tired girl, you give me a weary smile, speak my name with a husky voice All pretense is beyond you, but about your loveliness you have no choice Worker, student, mother – there are so many things to be But it requires no effort to be what you are to me Tired girl, slide into…
You’re in my thoughts, you’re on my mind.I don’t think of you all of the time. But when you do creep into my head.I think of you and all the things that you’ve said. You really are charming when you want to be.Letting me see parts of you that no one else can see. Your…
Darkness falls to emptiness. The light is growing dim. My mind will soon be on call. With thoughts that are so grim. All alone in the night.My bed does feel so big.Trying to get some warmth.Through my memories I dig. Searching through out the past.Revisiting every fantasy.Kinky and very steamy.All the men that did thrill…
When I let go of all the restrictions in my mind and allow myself to dream that you are all mine my thoughts wonder into another world where we live out our dreams you’re my boy and I’m your girl. A special relationship we would have as Mistress and Slave it would not be a…
I dream of caressing his handsome face like nothing else matters. Of taking all his passions and letting him discover mine. Making him feel so good, better than anyone has. It is always in another world, in a very different time. These dreams must be fleeting and short. I can not dwell on them for…
They met in high school. The great looking guy that all the girls wanted to be with and the plain girl not afraid of a challenge. The relationship was brief, but the sex was young and new, filled with drinking, drugs, and unbridled heat. He moved on to the prettier girls, she moved on to…
(Comments and suggestions are most welcomed. Thanks!) Rachel had invited me over for her house on the Friday night that I was in DC. I had a rare weekend layover and she was home alone that weekend. Duffle bag slung over my shoulder I rang the doorbell. She answered with a big grin on her…
 I’ve been reading very hot stories here lately and I thought I should write mine. Summer has finally started. Instead of celebrating, our excuses to sneak around my parents back to do exactly what they fear we would do. Make love. My boyfriend and I have been together for the longest time. we have done…
Let me begin these memoirs by telling you that I was adopted when I was three years old by a young couple who couldn’t have children of their own. My mom to be was infertile. Three years after adopting me, they adopted twin girls, Rachel and Renee, who were five at the time. Four years…
Read More “Sex in the Country: Part 1 The Things Wet Dreams are Made of” »
This particular dream is one of my favorites. I love dreaming about him more than anything else. He is by far my favorite subject to dream of. It’s always the same, with slight variations. They always involve me in his arms, starring at his mouth, hoping to kiss his lips. I know it may be…