I see you every week on this bus, and have wanted to approach you for a long time. But I don’t, because the only reason I’m interested in you is to fuck you, and I’d never betray my boyfriend to do it. If only he wasn’t living in another state right now…
So every week I sit a few seats behind you…you sit in one of the senior citizen seats and chat with the bus driver, so if I sit in the first seat that faces forward, I have a great view. It’s a long bus ride late at night, so we’re usually the only two on it, and you get off only a few stops before I do.
When I get home, I go to bed and fantasize about having sex with you. First I prepare myself for bed, brushing my teeth and washing my face just as I always do. [ ...continue reading "Bus Fantasy" ]
Breakfast is over…your husband is off to work, and the kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen table finishing the last cup from the coffee pot…daydreaming about nothing in particular…getting ready to start another weekday.
The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is they probably don’t look much better than I do.”
Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a man in a [ ...continue reading "Fantasy Fuck" ]
When Cato returned to the bedroom about twenty minutes later, obviously refreshed, he found them still lying there tangled in the bed sheets. “So you started without me, eh, and now I suppose no one’s interested in the final innings?” In the same teasing tone, Branwyn answered: “Oh, I think you might still be accommodated….” Whereupon he sidled over to the bed and sat leaning against the headboard, legs apart, his thick cock already showing signs of renewed [ ...continue reading "California Dreaming" ]
I received this email letter from a VERY special lady…thought I would share it: —–
Hello there, my sweet, sexy man:
How would you like it if I climbed under your desk, where nobody could see me? I could kiss your ankles and your legs, and slowly work my way up to your thighs, and I could kiss that nice, nice, bulge in your pants, and then, I could slowly and quietly unzip your pants, and stroke you against my neck and cheeks.
And then I could very slowly kiss you with little fairy kisses, and with butterfly kisses, as you type away at your terminal. And then I could just tease you a little with the insides of my lips, brushing them lightly over you, and around you, all the way to the bottom and back again, over and over and over…..
And then, I could start to give you these little, [ ...continue reading "Sweet Mouthings" ]
I was standing in front of the house waiting for the real estate agent to show up to give me the nickel tour and hear the typical pitch on why I should buy it. As I was about to look at my watch, here came the car. What I wasn’t expecting a 6’6” blonde who got out. Her breasts had to be about 40D, “What an Amazon”, I whispered to myself.
“Mr. Collins” she said shaking my hand. So strong a grip, it hurt a little.
“Yes, please call me Tom.”
“Well lets get started. I think you’ll find my tour a little different than most agents. Also I think you’ll be an easy sell once I get you inside.”
Up the side walk we went, she fumbled around in her coat pocket and got the keys and opened the door. It turned out to be no different a tour than any other, [ ...continue reading "The Realtor "Fantasy #25"" ]