Midnight Fantasy

Lustful Lorna lay on the sandy beach, clad only in a string
bikini of sky blue. The moonlight shone down upon her
voluptuous body. From the distance came a mournful call.
She sat upright and listened for a hint of what or whom was
approaching.

Suddenly there appeared on the moonlit horizon a shape, his
muscular form glistening. She gasped as he moved closer.
As she gazed upon the curve of his masculinity, her heart
skipped. Suddenly, he appeared, a vision of power.
He approached her and suddenly stopped, leaned near, grabbed
her face with his powerful hands, bent low and kissed her long
AND HARD. She moaned with expectation of pleasure yet to come.
His tongue darted in and out. She met it with enthusiasm. Continue reading Midnight Fantasy

Sexy Homecoming

Sally arrived home from her trip feeling tired, but more
importantly, randy – it had been a few days since she had engaged
in any form of sexual activity – she had been tempted to pop into
the loo on the train in order to play with herself but had finally
decided against it as it would not be long before she arrived
home. She was wearing a black skirt which reached to just above
her knees and on top she wore a white blouse covered by a light
fawn coloured jumper. This latter was somewhat tight and outlined
her breasts in such a way to make their size obvious, forming as
they did, constrained by her bra, two luscious looking mounds. The
sun shone on Sally’s thick red hair as she rang the door-bell.
Her key was buried somewhere in her bag and in any case she
wanted to see who, if anyone, was at home. Continue reading Sexy Homecoming

abused

Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of another long
day at work. As Amy passed my desk she said, “Cheer up – dinner time
soon.” She and I had begun to share dinner together on Thursdays as we
are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy visiting. I
replied with a tired smile, “I know – if I can survive that long!”
Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me.

Five o’clock came after what seemed an eternity and we heading
home together in the car. As we came inside the house, she said, “Why
don’t you go ahead and change, I’ll start the pasta?” I agreed and
went off toward the bedroom. I began removing my blazer suit: hung my
blazer in the closet; unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the
laundry basket; kicked off my pumps and wiggled my tired feet;
unzipped my skirt and put it over the chair; unrolled my hose and
tossed them on top of the blouse, removed my bra and panties and
tossed them also. I went to into the bathroom to wash up but before I
could start the water Amy came in. “What are doing?”, I asked
demanded. She had never seen me undressed before now. She grabbed my
wrists and before I could react she had handcuffed my wrists together
behind my back. “What the fuck are you doing!!” I yelled. She
answered, “I’m going to give you what you deserve slut. I’m tired of
the way you tease the men at work! You and your slutty clothes!! Where
do you get off coming on to the guys like you do?? Wearing no bra, and
skirts to show off your pussy – you must be a slut or whore!!”. I was
shocked speechless by what she was saying.
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