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Day Dreaming

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

I sat in my room bored out of my skull. It was Thursday night and I had no
money to go to the bars and all my friends were busy with projects or club
activities. I was just about to go to bed when there was a knock on my door.

“COME IN! It’s open!”

The door opened and in came Nicole, from my computer programing class. She
was rather short, but well build, meaning she wasn’t over weight and not over
muscled. She was wearing tight black jeans, a baggy sweat-shirt, white tennies
and had her hair tied back in a pony-tail. She smiled as she gave me the
once-over. I realized I was wearing my sweats and a tee-shirt, but what made it
worse, was that that’s all I was wearing.

“A friend lives in the hall and I thought I’d stop by and see what you were
up too?” she had a smooth, husky voice and her eyes smiled mischeviously.

A little confused I responded with, “Nothing. Please, have a seat.” and
offered her a chair. She in turn closed the door and sat down.

We talked awhile and at first we where a little nervous. I found myself
staring at her soft blue eyes and trying to see what made them glow like they
did. In the process of talking she let down her long brown which framed her
face and made me more aware of my near nakedness. She soon admitted that
roommate’s boyfriend lived down the hall and they were `busy’, which was why
she came down to my room to see if I was here. At that time it was still early
and she didn’t want to go back to her room and just sit there.

“Well, you are welcome to stay here tonight if you wish.” I said with a
suggestive tone to my voice and an evil grin on my face.

“But where would I sleep?” she came back with that fake innocent tone while
looking around the room.

“Heh. Sleep? Why would you want to do that?” I replied in a lustfull tone.

She kneeled down in front of me and looked up into my eyes, “What did you
have in mind?” slid from her lips dripping with suggestion.

I looked down into her blue eyes that were not even a foot away from mine
own, but couldn’t think of anything to say, so I leaned forward to kiss her.
Nicole responded in kind and turned it into a seductive kiss as our tounges
met. I combed her soft hair with my fingers as hers carresed my chest and down
to my waist.

We broke our kiss and I sat up straight as Nicole pulled at my sweat pants.
I lifted my butt and she slid them off and tossed them in a corner. My hardened
cock stood between use and she looked at it as though it was a piece of art. I
just watched her, having never seen anyone admire my cock that way. It is
average being around seven inches long, but quite wide being around two and a
half inches around.

Nicole stroked it a few times then kissed it tenderly up and down the shaft
and soon sucked it into her mouth. She sucked on it with some degree of skill,
but it wasn’t ball busting. As she sucked my cock I reached down and pulled up
on her sweat-shirt and she paused in her attention to my cock as I pulled it
over her head. I was mildly suprised to find she wasn’t wearing a bra and was
glad to see her ample breasts and hard nipples.

I fondled her breasts and she sucked my cock, but I knew that I rarely
got-off when given a blow-job and slowly stood and pulled her off my cock. I
guided her to my bed without a word and she spread her legs as I climbed on
beside her. I wasn’t very good at `eatting pussy’, but I wanted to try and give
her as much pleasure as I could so I `dived’ right in.

Her smell was different than the few other women I had had sex with, but I
couldn’t really decide how. Nicole had a small cunt and small lips, but her
clit was easily found and I licked it with the tip of my tounge. She let out a
small moan and I continued to lick her clit as I poked a finger in her cunt.
Nicole squirmed as I fingered her and licked her clit.

It wasn’t long, when I heard Nicole whisper, “Fuck me…I want you in
me…please..”

I grined an evil grin as I heard her plead and climbed on top of her and
she squirmed to better possition herself under me. Nicole grabbed my penis and
guided it to her hole and I licked her right nipple, making her moan. I slowly
pushed my cock into her and she sighed in pleasure. Deeper, deeper, deeper till
my pubic bone met hers and my cock was deep in her cunt and she let out a small
yelp. Nicole’s legs wraped around my ass and pulled me tighter against her and
her pussy gripped me as she had her first orgasim.

“…and don’t forget the test on Thursday!” said the prof as everyone around
me got up to leave. I shook my head and started to pack my books. I stood to
put on my coat when there a tap on my shoulder.

“Are you going to study for the test?” said a familiar voice. I turned to
see Nicole.

I cleared my voice and said, “I don’t know, did you want to study
together?” I really didn’t need to but I wasn’t going to pass this up.

She smiled and nod….

I grinned back the wondered if my dreams would ever come true.

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DayDreams

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008

I’m staring at you, but you don’t even feel my eyes burning into the
back of your neck. I wish, just once, you’d turn around. Just once? Oh well.
I can dream, can’t I?
I’m glad we had class outside today. It’s warm out, and the professor
doesn’t expect us to really pay attention. How could he, when there are people
playing Frisbee only ten feet away from him? So I can daydream, and he won’t
care.
I can daydream about how once, just once, when I’m watching you, you’ll
turn around and see me. I’ll blush, because I’m always watching you, even
though you don’t know it. And you’ll smile. You like it when girls blush. It
makes you wonder what we’re thinking. I don’t mind telling you what I’m
thinking.
When you see me, I turn away for a second, but then I glance back, out
of the corner of my eye. Your attention has turned back to the professor, but
I can see you glance at me and I blush again. Caught by something in my eye,
some telltale expression, you turn again to face me, and I blow a kiss to you.
You smile, and I think you’re laughing at me. When class is over, I run away
quickly, embarrassed to see you, to take the chance you will speak to me.
Even in my daydreams I am nervous. How would you react if you knew how
often I thought of you? If you knew *how* I thought of you? I doubt you’d
blush. You don’t seem the type.
In my daydream, after you’ve seen me, after I’ve run away, I see you
later in the dining hall. I know you’ve seen me because you start talking to
your friends, and they all look at me. I turn away, afraid of what they say
about me. I’m not pretty. Not like *her*, the girl you saw last year. But
I’m me, and that should count for something, shouldn’t it? Maybe it would, if
you knew me, even a little bit.
I daydream about a class in which we have to work together, on a
project. We spend time researching, talking, laughing. You finally know me,
and I think maybe, maybe, you like what you have known, just a little. And the
next time I look at you, you look back and smile.
The best part of my daydream is when *you* look for *me*. When *you*
say you want to spend time with me. When I feel eyes burning a hole in my neck
and see your eyes watching me. Your eyes sparkle with mischief and I wonder if
you daydream the way I daydream. For I’ve daydreamed every moment of what it
would be like if you should touch me. I’ve daydreamed about your body, about
your kiss.
I think about you, standing tall over me, bending to kiss me. My lips
part slightly and I feel the heat spread through me as my body melts in your
arms. Your lips kiss a trail of hot fire down the side of my neck then up
again so you can nibble on my ear. You excite me so much that my breath is
quickly coming in short gasps and you haven’t even undressed me.
When you reach for the top button of my blouse I stop you. Even in my
dreams I want to seduce you every step of the way. I slowly unbutton the
blouse and arch my shoulders as I slip it off, so my breasts strain forward,
catching your eyes. I see you smile, and again I stop you before you can touch
me. I want to see just how hot I can make you without even touching you,
without your touching me.
I slowly slip my pants over my hips, easing them gently to the ground,
then kick them to the side with my foot. I am now only in my bra and panties,
and I can see your eyes have grown warm with desire. I then unhook the bra and
as I ease it off, your arms catch mine, pinning them to my side. I have
inflamed you and you will not stand alone any longer. Your lips sear mine and
I find my reason melting away, fleeing until my brain only knows what my body
knows, and I know I want you.
I find myself on the bed. I don’t know how I got there, but I am now
fully nude to your gaze, everything gone from covering me, and you are nude to
mine. In my daydreams you are wonderful to look at (I wish I could see it in
truth! — I’m sure you are just as wonderful…). I feel that delicious warmth
spread through me and feel my juices dripping down my leg. I am hot for you,
and you know this, but you are going to tease me now as I teased you before.
You lie beside me and run your hands across my body, teasing, tickling
over my breasts, lightly brushing the triangle of hair between my thighs. You
roll over me, pinning me beneath your strong legs, your manhood pulsing against
my stomach, and your lips find my breast, suckling on a nipple. It is too much
and I arch and groan with pleasure, thrusting my hips against your legs, aching
for fulfillment. You chuckle. I had the audacity to tease you before, so I
will not be fulfilled so easily now.
You run your hands down my side, then over my stomach, then slip your
fingers between my wet lips. The release is immediate and overwhelming, and I
shout my pleasure, arching hard against your hand.
My eyes blink open and I see you licking your fingers, smiling at me.
You lightly kiss my lips — teasing me again with the butterfly touch of your
tongue on mine. Then your lips travel down my body, stopping to tease each
nipple to a rigid peak, traveling over my bellybutton, then moving teasingly
away from where I want you most to kiss.
“Do you *really* want me to taste you?” you ask, chuckling.
I moan, my hands tangling in your hair. You oblige and set your tongue
against my pulsing clit, teasing it again until it grows and grows and finally
seems to burst as I shake with the pleasure of release.
This time I am sad, for I have now had two while you have had none.
You simply shrug and lie on your back, arms behind your head, challenging me to
do something about the situation.
I smile and reach out to take your rod in my hand. My hands are small,
and it seems to me that your manhood pulses with a life of its own and will
burst out of my small hands. I lean over to kiss the tip, licking the salty
drop off. Then I raise my head to yours and kiss you, long and deep, and our
tastes mingle.
I slide my hips over yours and hold you against me, then slide down so
you slowly, ever so slowly, slide inside me. It is heaven! Then you slowly
move, as I rise and fall above you, my breasts heaving with every breath. I
run my hands over your body, teasing your nipples, licking your chest with
quick kisses that start your breath to gasps again.
I can feel your urgency as your hands grasp my hips, pulling me hard
against you. I lean forward to cover your mouth with mine, taking your tongue
into me in a frantic kiss. Your body arches, I can feel you deep inside me as
you shudder, and it triggers a release of my own.
And in my daydream, when we wake, you kiss me and whisper soft words to
me, and hold me. And as we lie there, I know that your arms are the right
place to be.
But still, it is all just a daydream. And when the daydream is over, I
realize class has ended and everyone is standing up, brushing the grass off of
themselves, and chatting. I stand slowly, my gaze stealing to watch you again,
but you are talking to your friends with no sign you know of my dreams. Once,
just once, you will see me. And then I will tell you of my daydreams. And you
can make them true.

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A Day at the Beach part2

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

behind a cloud that resembled a python. I began to think about my
wife again. We had some really good times together. As the sun lowered
itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold.

“Do you like to dance?” she asked excitedly.

I hadn’t danced a step in fifteen years. “Love it,” I said.

“Great. I know this excellent little club in town. Would you
like to go?” She asked. She waited for a response, but it seemed she
already knew my answer.

I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy
red dress. It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and
stretched to accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped
she hadn’t seen me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day.

“John! John!” She shouted. She saw me.

The club was very extravagant. Drinks were $7.00 a whack! She
insisted that she pay for everything. We danced to every song. She was
tireless. Every once in a while I began to enjoy myself in spite of my
guilt. The last song was for couples only. She pulled me to the
middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek to cheek as though we were
lovers. I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she could wait for me
no longer. She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we were the
only two people in the room. It was a long slow sensuous kiss. The kind
of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past. My thoughts turned to my
wife once again. What would she think of me if she had ever known about
this? How could I face her in the morning? We kissed again and again until
the very last note of the song echoed into the darkness.

“Let’s go to my place,” she whispered.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I followed her to the
parking lot where a limousine awaited us. We got into the limo and the
driver peeled away from the club into the darkness of the night. Her hands
were all over me as we kissed passionately time and time again. It was so
wonderful. She placed my hand on her right breast and as if instinctually
I began to caress it gently. I thought of the first time I kissed my
wife. She was so young and we were so innocent.

The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion. The place
was dark save a small light above the main entrance. As she walked in
front of the house and into the dim light, she looked very plain, her hair
was no longer shining. Her dress was so tight that she had trouble just
walking to the door.

“Well. Are you coming?” She demanded.

By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt. I felt a sharp
pain arise in my gut. I could not think straight. All I knew was that
I wanted her. I followed her into the house where she disappeared
into the maze of rooms.

“Would you like a drink?” She called.

“No. Listen I’d better go. I don’t feel right about this,” I
shouted after her.

She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy inlayed
with dragon patterns which barely covered her privates. “Dragons!” I
thought. The ache in my gut grew stronger. I had to stop this
madness at once.

“No. No. I can’t. I’m… I’m…married!!!!” I screamed
hopelessly.

“Married!” She laughed. “Come on now do I look that naive?”

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Along the way I noticed
old weapons hanging at various locations along the long candlelit
hallway. Frightening thoughts of torture came to mind. I was afraid.
My life would never be right again after this day.

We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once again.
This time our tongues lashed out at each other like wild animals just
let out of their cage. My mouth found it’s way down to her small breasts,
I heard her sigh with pleasure as my teeth tugged at her nipples.
A moment before our two bodies became one, I let out a scream at the
top of my lungs “MARIE!!!!” That is my wife’s name.

I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few
moments before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still
on the beach. I had fallen asleep on the beach! It was all just a dream.
I felt the guilt in my gut once more. I felt I should be punished in some
way for even having such thoughts.

Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful
blonde coming in my direction.

“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish everyday was like
this.”

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A Day at the Beach

Monday, January 28th, 2008

It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot summer
sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that
nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day,
but I was wrong.

About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a
light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see
the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo. As she
walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to talk
briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an eternity
she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend not to notice
her arrival, but it didn’t work.

“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish every day was like
this.”

The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing
earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I
could barely make out her face through the glare.

“Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly.

Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I
propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face.
She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to
look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things. When she turned
away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. My
eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It
was as if they were speaking to me. “Hello. We are her breasts.” I
thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze of her assets, she spoke
to me again.

“I’ve run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?”
She asked politely.

I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle of
sunblock. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around.

“Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming
on,” she said calmly.

Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was
hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to
massage the sunblock on her smooth white back. The smell of the sand
and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray. I was becoming
more and more aroused by her.

I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours
before. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to
the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head. I wasn’t really
sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever
loved my wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn’t put
my finger on what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to
get away for a while.

I gently rubbed the sunblock on her side.
As my hand rose up and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts.
She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sunblock on her bare
skin. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun. Finally, she
got up and said, “lets go swimming!”

I looked at her lustfully and said, “no, I’d rather stay here.”

She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around
me. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked compassionately.

“No!” I screamed. “Lets go swimming.”

We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the
ocean. We had a fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and
playfully teased each other. After we had worn each other out, we
headed for the sand. As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her
beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were muscular, but
just enough to make them firm and sexy. She was absolutely wonderful.
A work of art.

Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Chris

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

Dear Chris,

I know I should not be writing this letter to you, but it is the only
way I can get my message across to you. I have been going through this
for the last six years trying to decide to write this letter or not,
but i cannot stop myself now, so here it goes. You know somewhat what
type of person I am, but I really have two personalities, one for home
and the other for work. You pretty well have to do this to keep sane
working at Overland, you know this.

For the last six years, ever since the first day I worked at Overland,
I have had stronger and stronger feelings for you and what type of
person you are. You are a very special freind to me, and have made a large
influence to me and my life in the time I have known you. You probably
know that I am not too good at relationships with woman, you can tell
this from my last little stint with a Girl named “Tracey”. You are really
the only woman I have had as a man- woman realtionship with in the last
few years. I guess my problems really started when I met this girl named
Dawn, you remember her of course. When I was somewhat seeing her, I could
not help myself from falling in love with her, and I mean deeply in love,
more then she will ever know. I have a tendency to do that with most woman
I meet and go out with, it is just one of those problems I must deal with.

What I am trying to say is that I am not falling in love with you, you
have no worries there. You have a good marraige and two great kids, I
would never want to get in the way of that. What I am saying is that is
I need a Woman to understand what I am going through, and that is I know
deep down inside I will never have a successful relationship with a woman.
Don’t get me wrong I love woman very much, I’m no fag if that’s what
you think, in my opionion they can all go fuck themselves. I dont mind
people being different races, different colors, or different religions,
but when a person is not straight, count me out on liking that person,
just my feelings. I know now that I will never Marry and I will never
have children, both of which I most desperatly want, because I know it
would make my life all that more meaningful. What I am not saying is that
I don’t find you a turnoff though, I find you incredily attractive and
Boy Oh Boy, if I or you were ten years older or younger, I wouldn’t wait
a second to make my move on you. You know I am not a pervert or anything,
because if I was I would of tried something on you years ago. I hope I am
not scaring you by writing this to you, I would not do anything to harm
you or anybody, you know that. But everyday when I see you I can help
myself but wonder what It would be like to be with you, yes sexually,
but more importantly, emotionally.

Yes, sex is one of the most important things in a relationship to me
and to most persons, but if you cant link with someone emotionally in a
relation- ship, its not worth it. God I hate writing this, it is so hard
even to write it down, it would be impossible to say it to you. It kills
me everyday to see you and wonder what it would be like to be with you.
I know everybody has fantasies about most people that they are around,
its normal. You probably hate to admit it and probably never would, but
admit that you have had a fantasy about me. Maybe not I dont know, but
most people do have them. I am not asking you for anything, because it
would ruin our relationship that we have now and would complicate things
further more. I just wanted to tell you my feelings about you, before
I told you upfront and scared you, which is the last thing I want to do.

I just wonder sometime what It would be like to make mad passionate
love with you, to make you’re every dream come true, and to fulfill
you like no other man ever has. It is something I think about when I am
at work, why do you think I spend a lot of time around you. And why do
you think I like bugging you all the time, because I cannot get enough
of your attention. You probably notice that I don’t ever hardly look
at you much, because when I do. all I think of is you and I together.
You know how tough it is when you give me a neck massage, I swear,
and I’m not lying. Every time you do that, I walk away with a Hard On,
No Kidding. That is what you do to me, you drive me nuts sometimes,
I just wonder what it would be like to sneek away somewhere at work
and make love to you, but I know you’re not into quickies. But just to
be with you would probably kill me, it has been very long since I made
love to a woman, if you can beleive it, it has been over 5 years now,
god its been over three years since I even kissed a woman.

I hope you understand my feelings toward you now, I am very glad I
have told you this, and maybe I can get on with my life in the way of
having a meaningful relationship. I’m sorry if I have hurt you in anyway
by writing this to you, but it had to be said.

From your dearest friend.
Kevin

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Chicago Fantasy part3

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

Your hands on my back knead deeply into my muscles. Your mouth has the taste
of my cock in it. I nip your ear lobes and then arch my back so I can bend to
kiss the nipple of the breast your hand offers up to my mouth.

We roll over and you are sitting on me, bringing my cock to an almost painful
angle. But now you control the feel of my prick inside you…the angle and the
movement, and i want you to take as much pleasure as you can. I reach up to
your breasts to caress them, and then move my hands around to your ass. You
put your arms behind you, resting your hands on my knees as you arch backwards
forcing my cock to strain hard against the front wall of your cunt. You
position emphasizes the size and firmness of your breasts. I move one hand
around to your belly and then down so that the thumb rests on your clit. I
slowly spread the moisture around as you move my cock inside you. You bring
your face down to mine and thrust your tongue deeply into my mouth. I reach
around to your ass and again let the thrust of your hips help force my finger
into the hole. As you move down, you take my cock deeply into your cunt, and
as you hips rise off of my cock I leave my finger in place and you force my
finger more deeply into your ass. No matter how you move you are impaled on me
and I am lost in you. I hear little cries from deep inside your throat. I urge
you on, “Yes, use my cock. Take it. I love the feel of you needing me,
grinding yourself on my cock. Yes, use my cock.” You move faster. I am afraid
I am going to cum so I hold your hips for a moment making the movement stop.
We rest for a bit with me inside you. I make my cock jerk inside you and you
answer with a squeeze of the muscle inside your cunt. We smile at each other.
“We can’t go on meeting this way.” I say. We laugh.

After resting and talking for a while, I take the silk scarves you have left by
the bed, and tie your hands together, and then to the headboard. You make no
sound. You lie passively, looking up at me. I know I have made the knot at
your wrists a little tighter than you had expected. There is a twinge of fear
in your eyes, but I go about my work pretending not to notice. I take two more
scarves and tie one around each of your ankles, and then to each leg of the
bed, so that you are spread wide, and open for me. I kiss up the insides of
your leg, to the thigh. I nip you there with my teeth, just a little harder
than usual. I kiss over the lips of your cunt, then leave a trail of kisses up
your belly. When I take one of your nipples in my mouth, what starts as a
licking and sucking motion, ends with a sharp bite that causes you to flinch
and make a sound deep in your throat. There may be a bit of doubt as to how in
control I am. Even I am not sure how far the passion can take me now that I
have you here this way, so soft and warm and inviting and vulnerable….totally
at my mercy.
I move away from you and kneel again next to your face and put a pillow under
your head again so that you can reach my cock with your mouth. You turn your
head toward me and you lick it as I hold it tightly with my hand. I move it
over your face and it gets very hard. It is still wet and smells of us from
our fucking. I hold my cock near your mouth and let you devour it, watching
your lips circle it’s head and then the shaft as it goes in deeper. I pull it
out and make you strain to reach it. Again I shove my cock deeply into your
mouth and watch it slide between your wide spread lips, and see the bulge in
your cheek. I pull it out and lay it across your lips and press my prick into
your lips so you have to suck on the underside of the shaft, and I move so that
you can lick my balls. I feel your tongue on the soft skin behind my balls and
your tongue probes toward my ass. I try not to stroke my cock myself, to save
myself, to make you do everything. I grab the base of my cock in my hand and
move it to your face. I slap it against your cheek, then against the lips of
your open mouth. I rub the moisture from the tip across your cheek, and you
turn your head to lick me clean. I lean down and kiss your face and wallow in
the smells and the heat of you. I kiss your lips and run my tongue around
inside your mouth to thank it for the ecstacy is gives me. I cannot control
myself, and now i bring my cock up to your mouth again. “Suck me. Suck it,
hard.” I thrust it into your mouth and slowly move so that I am over you,
directly above your head, thrusting down into your mouth, literally fucking you
there. I manage to release the scarves holding your hands, and you know to
caress my balls and let a finger go to my ass as my cock moves more demandingly
in your mouth. My prick moves faster through the tight grasp of your fist and
into your mouth. Sometimes you close your mouth and just rub the underside of
the head across your lips as it slides in and out of your fist. The feel of it
all…the sight of it all…have me almost to the point of orgasm. You can
feel the tension in me and you poise the head of my cock above your open mouth
as you work it with your hand. Your tongue licks at it, and then you suddenly
devour it deeply with your mouth, twisting your head as you suck on it. Then
your finger jabs deeply into my ass, and I feel the first throb begin deep
inside my groin. The second throb is ten times greater and i see the cum shoot
out on to your tongue. You suck my cock into your mouth as it throbs. The pain
and pleasure of your lips and tongue on me drive me mad. I pull back and some
of the cum shoot on to your lips and begins to run down your cheek. I wipe it
with my finger and put the finger in your mouth. As i remove the finger from
your mouth I slowly wipe my cock down your body and place my lips over your
mouth and taste myself in you. I rest with my head on your shoulder. Slowly I
return to reality. We kiss. “Well, so much for foreplay.” We laugh. We kiss.
We rest together. “Is there some place near here that deliver’s pizza?” I ask.
“Maybe. Are you going to untie my legs now?” “Maybe.” We laugh.

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Chicago Fantasy part2

Friday, January 25th, 2008

each time it moves down the tip on my finger slides deeper into your ass. My
thumb is all the way in your cunt and I feel you grind your hips in a circle as
I concentrate my tongue on your clit. Suddenly your body stiffens, you moan,
and I hold your clit in my mouth without moving. Your body relaxes and
stiffens a few times as the waves of the orgasm flow through you. Finally you
relax completely and i gently kiss the insides of your thigh and slowly remove
my fingers from your ass and cunt. I leave a gentle kiss on the sweet, hot
lips as I move up to hold and caress you softly in the afterglow. We kiss and
you can smell yourself on my face and in my beard. We rest.

“I want to play with your my new toy.” I say, and reach for the vibrator I
bought for you. You tell me that you forgot to buy lubricant. “Lubricant?
BUY lubricant?! Why BUY lubricant?! You have enough of the natural stuff down
there to lube a Buick for life. You could take care of every car in the Indy
500…not to mention the drivers! There’s more grease down there right now
than Mr. Goodwrench sees in a year!” We laugh. We laugh a lot. We laugh so
much that we have to rest…again.

Orgasms and laughter. Natural. One hundred percent pure. No additives. No
preservatives. Good for the lungs, heart and all major muscle groups. Natural
up and downs. Lose the pills and the booze and the smokes. Safe and legal
[mostly] and cheap. Do ‘em alone or with friends. Laughs and orgasms.
Orgasms and laughs. Give ‘em and get ‘em. Be the first on your block to
collect the whole set!

“Let me do you, now.” you say. Always the gentleman, I agree to give you your
wish. I respond, “Tell me what you want to do.” “No. You have to ask me for
what you want.” I love this. You turn my own game against me. Wonderful! You
are just as big a tease as I am. “I want to tie you up, because I know you like
that, and then I want to use your whole body, but especially your mouth, to
make my cock feel good. And I want to cum in your cunt, on your tits and in
your mouth…for starters.”

I kiss you and feel your hands on my back and on my ass. You pull me up to
you. I am on my knees next to your face. You look at my hard cock and smile
up at me. As your hand reaches over to cup my balls, I bring an extra pillow
under your head, and brush your sweet cheek with the back of my hand. Your
other hand guides the head of my cock toward your lips. I grab my cock near
the base of the shaft and move it so that the head rubs your cheek and then
across your lips. I move it back and forth across your mouth. Your tongue
licks out at it and your hand presses from the top of the shaft to make the
contact firmer. Your mouth opens to take the head of my cock in. The hand
that cups my balls begins to caress the sensitive area behind them, and to
tease it’s way toward my ass. “Not yet.” I say and hold the wrist of the hand
near my asshole. “Too exciting. Save it for later.” You concentrate on working
on my cock with your mouth and hand. You look up at me again as you take the
head deeper into your mouth, then pull it out slowly, licking the tip good-bye.
I want to ram it in as far as I can, but I just push my hips forward and watch
you suck it into your mouth again. I place my hand softly on your cheek and
watch my cock as it gets wetter and moves between your lips. Heat travels from
my cock and up my back. You concentrate more with your hand just behind the
head, and with each stroke, my cock goes in deeper. The nerves in my cock feel
ready to explode and you move your hand away from around my cock so you can
take the whole length of it in. I pull my cock out of your mouth slowly, not
wanting to cum yet.
I move over you and straddle you across your belly, and bend over and give each
of your nipples a light kiss and a lick. Then I move up so that my cock is
between your beautiful, large tits. I take your hands and make you squeeze your
tits around my cock as I fuck between them. Occasionally I push forward enough
so that your mouth can reach my cock to moisten it, then I move down and rub my
cock hard across your nipples then between your tits again to fuck them some
more. I reach behind me and easily slide three fingers inside your cunt. Drops
of moisture come out of my cock and leave a wet trail on your tits. I rub my
cock in it and watch your hand as it pinches your own nipple as you press the
breast against my cock. I move back up to your mouth and rub my prick across
your cheek and lips and leave moisture on your face. You suck it into your
mouth grabbing the shaft tightly with your hand. As you pull it out of your
mouth you hold the tip of it against your lips, look up at me and say, “Fuck
me. I want you inside.” Ever the gentleman, I move down between your legs. I
feel my prick touch the very wet, open lips of your cunt. I hold the shaft of
it with my hand and rub the head across the you clit, and tease the lips open
further. As I tease you, your hips thrust up trying to devour me. I move my
cock with my hand so that just the head is inside you. You push again, wanting
it all, and although i ache for the same thing, I toy with both of us and play
with only the head inside you. Then, suddenly, I plunge my prick deeply into
your cunt. The heat of you is amazing. You pull at my shoulders and I hear
your deep intake of breath. I have to move in long, deep strokes, and I feel
you hips move to meet every thrust. The tension built by the teasing ebbs a
bit and we slow to an easier rhythm as we fuck. As I thrust into you, I hold
your face in my hands and kiss your lips, your cheeks and softly on your eyes.
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Chicago Fantasy

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

I am in your bed. I am naked. I have showered and my skin is clean and smooth
and fresh smelling. My hair is perhaps still a bit damp. I lie under crisp,
clean sheets listening to the water run as you shower, preparing yourself. I
try not to think about what is to come, but i can’t help listening for the
water to stop, knowing you are out of the shower and closer to being with me.
I feel my cock begin to get hard and i try to clear my mind of all
expectations. I don’t want it hard now. I want you to feel it grow to meet
your touch. I relax for a moment. The sound of the water stops. The sheets
feel wonderful against my skin. Every inch of my body feels sensitive and
eager. There is a momentary flash of light as you open the bathroom door, then
you turn off the light and there is only the glow of the candles. I can feel
you walking toward the bed and i anticipate the sound and sensations of you
joining me. I hear the sheets being pulled back, feel you getting into the bed
and the brush of a thigh, then a breast against me. You place one hand on my
back and rub slowly, comfortingly. “Yes, that feels good.” You continue to
massage my back, the nape of my neck and my shoulders. You softly kiss my
shoulder, then my back, and your lips follow your hand down my back, over my
ass and on to the back of my legs. I spread my legs slightly as your hand
comes up the inside of my thigh and brushes gently by my balls and then traces
a line up between my buttocks. I cannot resist any longer and I turn over.
“Slowly. Tease me.” You kiss my chest, and run your hand down my side,
avoiding my cock. I ache with the wonderful torture of it. Just as I think
I’ll not be able to stand another second of it, you touch my cock with your arm
as your hand sweeps across my chest, and you move down and I feel the light
touch of your lips on the shaft of my cock, low near my balls. Your hand moves
down caressingly between my cock and my belly. As your lips kiss up the shaft,
your hand slowly raises my cock upright. I feel the touch of your lips teasing
the head. Then the flick of your tongue teases and i feel the occasional nip
of your teeth on the sensitive underside of my cock.

I reach out and caress your buttocks and slowly work my fingers toward the
inside of your thighs. You move to make the reach easier as I tease your soft,
warm skin. I reach your cunt but only brush my hand lightly across the hair,
but with every slow playful pass, the pressure of my hand is slightly greater,
the intent more obvious. Eventually I touch the lips of your cunt and allow
the tip of one finger to feel the line of it. Softly, slowly I toy with it. I
move my finger into it just a bit more and bring some of the moisture out and
spread it over the outer lips. I feel your lips and tongue on the head of my
cock. You don’t take it into your mouth, but just play with it. I am getting
very aroused, and don’t want to go any farther myself, for the moment, so I
reach down and gently pull you up to me. We lie together hugging and kissing
deeply. I move my head down to your breast and slowly circle the nipple with
my tongue. As i hold one breast up to my mouth, my other hand moves to caress
you between your legs. Your cunt is now very wet and your hips have to move,
letting me know that the caresses can be even deeper and firmer. I take your
nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. I am amazed at how hard it
is, and I take the hard tip between my teeth. I release it, flick it with my
tongue, then softly rub my lips across it.. Your hand is on the back of my
head. At first it is just caressing, but now it becomes demanding, pushing my
face to your breast, as your hips push against my hand. You moan, then urge my
head up, and pull me to you and we kiss. “What do you want?” I ask. You
answer, “You know.” “No, you have to ask for it.” “Use your mouth.” “What?”I
ask, “What do you mean?” You smile up at me, and with a slight shyness, you
say, “Eat me. Put your tongue in my cunt. Rub my clit with your thumb, and
then pull my cunt open and lick it. “Oh! Use my mouth!” We laugh. You kiss and
bite my ear and say, with no hint of laughter or tease, “Yes, please, eat me
and make me cum with your mouth.”

I kiss your face and move slowly down to your neck, your breasts and over your
belly with my lips. And now i smell the hot, pungent odor of you. My mouth
feels the coarse hair and my tongue searches through it searching out the
clearing in the forest…seeking the soft wet hot cunt that awaits.
I move down. You spread your legs as I slowly kiss my way between them. With
my thumbs I gently spread the lips of your cunt. Softly, with just my lips, I
taste the soft lips of it. My tongue brushes over your clit. You moan and push
your hips upward. I suck gently on your clit as I had on your tits…sucking
then licking, then just brushing my lips across it. You back arches slowly
pressing your cunt against my mouth. My hands move around to you ass and the
fingers work into the crack of it. As your hips move down, my fingers gently
pull the cheeks of your ass apart and I work my fingers in more deeply. As
your back arches and you move up, I work my tongue deeper into the softer,
hotter parts of your cunt. I become drunk with the perfume of your cunt. Your
movements become more demanding. Yes, yes…I’m going to come.” I hear you
whisper between breaths. But you don’t right away. I move my head back and
forth so that my mouth will be all over your cunt. I move one hand deeply into
the crack of your ass and bring the thumb up so that it slides into your cunt,
as the index finger presses against the hole of your ass. Your hips buck and
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Forty Nights

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

Sue’s first fantasy put Sam in quite a state. His cock
stiffened as he thought of Sue lying naked on the beach,
her fingers covered with cunt juice. He unzipped his pants
as he read about the powerful but gentle dolphin bringing
Sue to her first cum. He stroked his cock as he read about
the two of them fucking and, as they climaxed, so did he,
ecstatically spurting cum all over his computer keyboard.
How was he going to top this? Well, there was the time
his old girlfriend fulfilled one of his own fantasies. He
began to write…

In high school, I used to ride on the bus with some
girls from a Catholic school. I had my eye on the
prettiest one for a long while. Her name was Mary. At
sixteen, I had a constant hard-on, no experience and a lot
of curiosity. My selfish urges overpowered my realization
that we had nothing in common. I asked her out and she
accepted. She was overjoyed at my attention. I was
overwhelmed by her beauty and by the realization that I
couldn’t understand anything she was saying due to the
noise on the bus. I just nodded my head.
Now I’m sure you think you know what comes next. Young
boy finds carnal bliss. Well, I didn’t find it with Mary.
Her cool head prevailed (luckily for both of us probably)
and we never got past first base. We were looking for
different things. She wanted to go out and do things with
me. I wanted to find out what her breasts looked like. I
was working six days a week and she was keeping her blouse
on, so we had no basis for a relationship. Selfish person,
I got what I deserved.
I gave a lot of thought over the years to how it could
have turned out differently. It left me with a desire to
fulfill my teen-age dreams and go all the way with Mary or
someone like her. I thought about her in that cute school
uniform, the white blouse, the skirt ending just above the
knee, the white socks, the polished, black shoes. I thought
about the one time I saw her bra down her shirt. I thought
about the one time she bent over a little too far so that
her dress went up just enough for me to see her white
panties.
I met Ginger many years after high school. She was no
Mary despite the fact she had gone to Catholic School. She
did remain a virgin until after she graduated high school,
but between that time and the time I met her, she turned
into a bold, imaginative and wonderful lover. She was also
an incredible mind reader, so I shouldn’t have been so
surprised by her birthday present to me.
I went over to Ginger’s house on my 27th birthday. She
opened the door. It was all I could do to keep from cumming
on the spot! There she was, almost as if taken from my
fondest memories, wearing the white blouse, white socks,
and tartan wool skirt of her old school. She had her hair
in a school girl ponytail. Her small breasts pressed
against her shirt. Her cute ass gave shape to the skirt.
Ginger pecked me on the lips, gave me an innocent hug and
said, “I’m curious about sex. Could you show me how?”
There were no sweeter words she could have said. I’d
been waiting years to be able to explore the pleasures of
sex with this fantasy figure. I wanted to savor this
experience, recreate the thrill and curiosity and tension I
felt, hoping to get into Mary’s pants.
“First”, I said, “there’s the kiss. Open your lips a
little and put them against mine.” She stood on tip toes
and gently kissed me. I put my arms around her, careful to
stay on first. I slowly moved my tongue along to her lips
and searched for hers inside her mouth. I felt it, rough
and soft and wet. She wouldn’t reciprocate at first, then
she started to get into it. As usual, she brought me close
to cumming, just with her lips and tongue against mine. Oh,
did she make me hard!
I broke from her and said, in my best professorial tone,
“That is called French kissing”.
She jumped up and down. “Oh, that was fun! It made me
feel so juicy inside.”
I knew Ginger and I knew what she meant by juicy. But
how I longed to show the fantasy Ginger what the juiciness
was for. I said, “I liked it too, you sure are a good
kisser. Well, that was first base, do you want to go to
second?” I nodded in the general direction of her chest.
Ginger played coy. “Well, I don’t know, maybe just a
little, to see what it’s like.”
I put my hand on her left breast, or what there was of
it. Ginger really doesn’t have much besides nipples, which
is a real turn-on for me. Her breasts were pretty much
lost in the blouse. It felt like she had a padded training
bra on underneath. Anyway, my rubbing and squeezing wasn’t
doing much good.
“Gee, I don’t feel a thing”, said Ginger, confirming my
fears. “There must be more to it than this. If it’s second,
it should be better than first.”
“Well let me try this”, I said, unbuttoning the top
button of the blouse. I put my hand down the front of her
shirt and into the bra. Ginger let out squeals of delight
and mock embarrassment as I gently stroked her nipples to
erection. The blouse slowly slipped past her shoulders and
down, over her breasts to her waist.
I asked Ginger if I could take her bra off. “Oh, but
then you’ll be able to see my breasts!”, she said.
I begged her, “They feel so wonderful, please let me see
them! It’s not really second base unless I can kiss them.”
She nodded, OK, and, with coordination befitting a
typical 16 year old, I fumbled with the clasp in the back.
I let the bra rest on her shoulders and placed my lips on
her right breast, moving under the bra to her nipple,
nuzzling it’s wonderful firmness with my lips. I licked and
sucked it bringing sincere moans from Ginger.
I stopped, and with an innocent voice, I asked Ginger if
she’d like to find out about third. She asked what third
was and I told her it was “petting below the waist”. “That
sounds like fun!”, she said.
I told Ginger that she should feel free to put her hands
anywhere she wanted. She put one on my thigh, not the
boldest of moves. I put a hand on her dress, feeling her
soft, strong leg underneath. I moved my hand halfway up her
thigh, pulling the dress up with it. I reached under the
dress, feeling naked thigh.
I had fantasized about this moment throughout most of my
post-pubescent life. Here was my hand, underneath that wool
skirt, inches away from the mysteries of pleasure I longed
to experience. I slowly slid my hand higher and higher, up
into the warmness, until my hand reached the delicate
cotton fabric that foretold of delights to come. Meanwhile,
Ginger’s hand had slid, unbeknownst to me, up to my
wonderfully hard cock.
“Oooh, it’s so hard and long!”, she said, exploring
outside my zipper.
I was too engaged to comment. I had succeeded in
lifting up her dress. She was sitting with her legs
together, so, although I could see her beautiful panties,
her charms remained well hidden. Her ass cheeks did poke
out cutely from the sides of her undies.
Meanwhile, Ginger had pulled my cock from my pants.
“Wow! It’s got this big fat head on top and all these
veins,” She stroked it, making believe she didn’t know how
excited it was getting me. I countered by putting a hand
down the front of her panties.
I traced the folds of her labia up to her clit and
stroked it with the rotating motion that always makes
Ginger come. She ground her cunt into my hand and began to
hump on it in a frenzy. Ginger came in no time flat,
shooting her juices into the pure white panties.
By this time, it was impossible for either of us to keep
up the pretense. I grabbed a rubber. Ginger raised her ass
in the air and I stuck my cock under her skirt. I pushed
her panties to one side and thrust my rock hard cock into
her steaming, wet puss. She pushed her ass at my cock with
a sharp, rhythmic motion. I thrusted deep inside her, my
hips slapping against her ass.
Oh, the sight of my cock, plunging under her clothes,
pushing the pink cunt flesh aside, deeper and deeper. I
held back for as long as I could, but, finally, I found
myself unable to hold back from consummating my fantasy of
fifteen years. My ass muscles tightened. My jaws clamped
shut. My balls shot a gusher of cum out of my throbbing
cock and into my warm, sassy and fun friend, Ginger.
I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday this year?

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Erotic Dream Cathie part4

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

back. He slaps me with his right hand, really hard, right in the middle
of my ass. I hear this loud cracking noise and I feel burning. Then,
in quick succession, he slaps my right asscheek, then my left asscheek.
I squeak both times but I don’t yell. I can actually feel the imprint
of his palm and fingers on both cheeks, like two brands. I’m mentally
digesting the pain and looking at the front of the easy chair and the
carpet when he says, ‘You deserve it, don’t you, slut?’. ‘Yes,’ I say in
a tiny little voice. He slaps my bare bum a few more times, hard enough
to drive me forward into the footstool. Through the pain, I can hear
Tony saying, ‘Yeah, look at that fat ass shake. It looks like jello.’
My ass is just burning.”

Cathie stopped talking and sort of mewed, like a kitten. Her bottom
started doing slow circles around my cock. “Goss,” she said, “I’m not
sure I can stand this much longer. My anus is sending shivers of pleasure
up and down my backbone. It’s like you feel when fingernails scratch on
a blackboard but better. A lot, lot better.”

I watched her big ass move for a few seconds and realized I was in
control of myself. “If I can stand it, you can,” I encouraged her.
Cathie stilled her hips.

“When I’m masturbating, the spanking part of the fantasy goes on for a
long, long time,” she said finally. Speaking quickly, she said, “It seems
like Mack spanks me for an hour – or a few minutes. It’s hard to tell.
Then they make me take off my dress and I’m stark naked and they’re
all dressed. This part is fuzzy, Goss. I have to bend over Steve’s lap
on the couch and he feels my bum for a long time, then he spanks me,
very hard. When Steve stops for a second, Tony feels my bum and sticks
his finger up my asshole. At least, in my fantasy I think it’s Tony.
Finally, it’s Tony’s turn and I know my ass is all red already because
the burning covers all of it.”

“Tony makes me bend over the arm of the couch with my feet sort of half on
the floor and my face on the couch cushions. He spanks my ass a lot harder
than Mack or Steve. Maybe it’s because he’s standing up beside me or maybe
because he doesn’t ever rest, he just keeps slapping my poor bum and it
sounds like a machine gun firing and it hurts non-stop. After awhile,
I think he’s never going to get tired but eventually he stops and sticks
two, then three fingers in my bum. He starts finger-fucking my ass and
despite my tears and the incredible pain in my ass, it feels really good.”

Despite all my control and my good intentions, I notice my cock is slowly
fucking in and out of Cathie’s ass, of it’s own volition.

“Stop,” she said. “We’re almost there. At least, I’m almost there.”

I stopped, even though the blackboard scratching feeling was now running
up and down my own backbone, as if I was a tuning fork that had just
been rapped very hard by a metal object.

“Quick,” I croaked. “What happens? What finally makes you come when
you’re masturbating?”

“Mack says, ‘Let’s all bumfuck her.’ and Steve and Tony agree,”, said
Cathie. “In a flash, I think about getting fucked up the ass three times
by three different guys I don’t even know. In a mental flash I know
this isn’t going to do my reputation one bit of good around this town.
I struggle but Steve pins me down on the arm of the couch and I can feel
his hard prick digging between my ass cheeks. In spite of my struggles,
his cock pops inside my asshole. Without stopping, he pushes it all the
way up my ass. I’m pinned to the couch and he starts fucking my ass.”

“While I’m getting used to the cock reaming my tail,” continued Cathie
breathlessly, “Mack asks me, ‘Do you like it bitch?’ and I cry out,
‘Yes!’ and Steve continues to fuck me, really hard. My asshole relaxes
finally and it begins to feel really good. Steve jerks around a bit,
then comes in my ass, just I was starting to really get off on it.”

“Umm, Cathie, I’m getting close,” I said. Pleading, I asked, “Is this
fantasy going to last a lot longer?”

“Tony makes me lay flat on my belly on the couch,” Cathie continued,
oblivious to my plea and maybe to me, too. “He lays with his belly on my
back and puts his legs outside my legs. I feel a fat little prick push
through my tightly clenched ass cheeks, slippery with sweat. Eventually
he pushes it into my asshole and begins fucking me. It’s not very deep
but it’s stretching my asshole and the friction, with my legs closed,
is incredible. I can’t believe it but I come like a river. I don’t think
Tony notices because he doesn’t even slow down. His cock must be a blur,
sliding in and out of my bum. When he yells, he pulls out and shoots
his sperm all over my bare ass. I can feel all the hot splatters.”

“Uh, Cathie, anytime,” I said.

“Mack makes me get up off the couch and forces me to my knees. First Steve
puts his soft prick in my mouth and I suck it for awhile. Then Tony moves
in front of me and I suck on his cock. Finally, Mack makes me suck him
until he’s got an erection. He wipes his prick on my face, leaving wet
streaks. Looking down into my eyes, Mack says, ‘Do you want it up the ass
again?’ and I look up into his eyes and say, ‘Yeah, fuck my ass, Mack.
I want you to fuck me in my ass.’. ‘Bend over, slut,’ he says.”

“I can hear Steve laughing, ‘Up her ass, Mack. She really loves it up
her ass.’. At the same time, Tony is saying, ‘Hey, Mack, Cathie’s got
a sweet bum. Bumfuck her until she can’t sit down for a month!’. I bend
over with my head on my arms and stick my ass up in the air. My legs are
spread wide. Vaguely, I notice none of them has even bothered to take
off his pants. They all have their cocks sticking out of the front of
their jeans. I don’t care. In a way, it’s even exciting, being the only
naked person in the room.”

“Can I fuck you now?” I asked Cathie.

“No,” she said. “Just wait until we come naturally.”

“There’s nothing natural about this,” I replied laconically. “But I’ll
try anything once.”

“At long last, the guy I really wanted to fuck kneels down behind me,
between my legs,” said Cathie. “Originally, I didn’t really imagine him
fucking my ass, but I’m in the mood now and I’m really anticipating a
good assfucking. It’s funny, Goss, but I hardly feel Mack’s cock go
into my ass. He starts pumping me and I can actually feel his long,
thin penis caroming off the edges of my anus and the walls of my rectum.
I don’t know how he ever gets up enough friction to enjoy himself but
eventually he comes up my ass. I don’t even feel him pulling it out.”

“Then they all leave and I’m left alone,” said Cathie. “I’m totally
unsatisfied and I go to bed and masturbate.”

I looked down at her wide ass and narrow back, at the curls of black
hair laying on her neck. “That’s it?” I ask, incredulous.

“Of course, stupid,” she said. “It’s you I want up my ass, Goss. It’s you
I want to come in me. About three more throbs of your beautiful cock
and I’m going to come.”

As I was glancing down at my cock, buried to the hilt up her asshole,
Cathie came violently. Reflexively, she pushed her buttocks back,
then pulled forward for a long time, then rammed back onto my cock.
Unmoving, totally relaxed, totally unprepared, I exploded into her.
It felt something like a firehose blasting away at a burning building.
After a minute or so, I began wondering if my heart could take it,
then decided I didn’t care. I let my mind, my heart, my soul and my
life drain into Cathie’s body for a short eternity.

When I came to my senses, she was collapsed onto the pillows and I was
collapsed onto her back.

“Leave it in,” she said. “I have another fantasy I want to share with
you.”

I didn’t hear anything because I was asleep.

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Erotic Dream Cathie part3

Monday, January 21st, 2008

why, but I start stacking dishes on the counter. Displacement activity,
I guess.”

“Suddenly I feel someone standing behind me and there are hands on
each side of my waist and a very hard cock pressed into my ass through
the dress. He starts dry-fucking me through the dress, jabbing his cock
into the crack of my bum and rubbing around in circles, all over my ass.
After a minute or two, I hear Mack in the doorway saying, ‘What a slut!’
and I notice Tony is with him. I know it’s Steve banging away at my ass.
I feel like I should protest but the cock humping at my bum feels
very good. I let Steve rub against me for awhile.”

At this point, my cock was throbbing in Cathie’s ass and my hips twitched.
“No,” Cathie said. “No fucking. Just hold still.” Her ass clamped down
hard on my cock. I steeled myself and held still. I couldn’t look down
at my cock in her ass or I was sure I’d come instantly so I stared off
into a dark corner and just listened.

“Eventually I pull away from Steve and, without looking him in the eye,
I walk back into the living room. Tony is just putting on a record he
asks me to dance. I feel like I can’t say no, even though I find him
least attractive of the three. The whole album is slow and sexy and I
can see Mack and Steve sitting on the couch. Tony behaves himself for
awhile and I think he’s probably shy. He isn’t.”

“After a few minutes he has his left arm around me and his right hand
on my left tit, rubbing the nipple. Then he puts both hands on my ass
and pulls me toward him. I can feel his hard prick against my cunt and
I’m embarrassed again because he’s pulling my dress up at the back,
giving his buddies and good view of his hands wandering over my panties.
I feel like I want to tell him to stop but I don’t say anything.”

“I need to fuck you,” I told Cathie.

“No,” she said. “Just wait, Goss. Wait until we both explode.”

“Argh,” I answered.

She continued, “When the song ends, Tony lets me go and we both stand
there. A new song starts and Mack says, ‘My turn.’. He and Tony change
places and before I know it, Mack has me pulled up tight against him.
Immediately, he pulls up the back of my dress and begins massaging my
ass through the silk panties, making sure my back is towards the couch.”

At this juncture, I felt Cathie sigh. She pulled slightly away from me,
sliding part of my cock out of her ass. Mesmerized, I watched my cock
emerge. Suddenly she pushed back and held tight. I groaned. Not moving
was almost painful.

Slightly breathless, Cathie said, “So we’re dancing for awhile and I’m
getting my bum felt up by this stranger while his friends watch and I just
ignore it. Well, it’s hard to ignore but I pretend nothing is happening.
I also pretend not to hear when Tony says, ‘Pull her panties down,
Mack.’.”

“Sure enough, still swaying to the music, I feel Mack’s hands move up to
my waist under my dress and take hold of the elastic top of my panties.
Slowly, in time to the music, he drags them down over my bum and they
drop to the floor and I step out of them. Now my bare ass is pointing at
the two guys. Mack is just holding the hem of my dress up as we continue
to dance.”

I jabbed my cock in and out of Cathie’s ass a few times before she
clamped down and forced me to stop.

“When the song stops,” she continued, “Mack steps back and looks me in
the eye. ‘We’re all going to fuck you,’ he says. Coming partially out of
my sexual coma, I say, ‘I only want you, Mack.’. He says, ‘Prick teaser.
You’ve been coming on to all of us all night and now you want to shut
my buddies out. You deserve a spanking. In fact, you deserve three
spankings.’ I say, ‘Oh, no, please.’ and he says, ‘Shut up and bend over
that footstool.’. He pushes toward the armchair and the footstool. Like a
dream inside my fantasy, I kneel on the carpet and bend forward over the
footstool. My dress rises up and all of them can see my bare ass again.”

“Mmmph,” I said, pulling my cock almost all of the way out of Cathie’s
ass, then pushing it all the way back in. “That’s cheating,” said Cathie,
moaning.

“First Mack kneels beside me to my left and flips my dress up over my
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Erotic Dream Cathie part2

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

the background. “The plot thickens, along with your juices, I’d guess.”
I ran my right hand through the ruffles atop her breasts.

“You’re a crude boy, Goss,” she said. “But you’re right. This is the
part of the fantasy where I begin to get aroused. Here I am, alone in
my house with three strangers. Mack asks me to dance to a slow tune on
the stereo and I accept. His strong arms are wrapped around me and his
hard-on is pressing against my pussy and we’re barely moving to the
music when I feel fingers on the back of my bare left thigh.”

She also felt fingers on her bare left breast, sneaking in through the
buttons on her blouse. My fingertips caressed her soft flesh, found an
erect, rubbery nipple.

“Can I ask you to do something a little weird?” Cathie asked.

“Sure, the weirder the better,” I told her.

“Go into the bedroom and get the KY jelly.”

A smile crossed my lips as I got up and went to fetch the tube. When I
got back, Cathie was just stepping out of her panties, totally naked.
“Take your clothes off and put some of that jelly on your cock.”

As I was doing it, Cathie was arranging pillows on the couch. Two large,
fluffy pillows went to the middle and two went to one end. She jumped
onto the couch face down, arranged pillows under her thighs so she
was kneeling without effort and her large, round ass was pointing up.
Her head rested on the other two pillows.

“I want you to put your cock all the way up my bum,” she said. “Don’t
fuck it. Just keep still while I tell you the fantasy. I want to see if
I can make us come, just talking.”

“Hmmm,” I said. “That’s sort of unnatural. How am I going to stop myself
from moving? It’s sort of like a reflex.” I climbed up behind her and
positioned myself between her legs. Upright on my knees, the tip of my
cock grazed her fleshy buttocks and settled in between her ass cheeks.
I grabbed her, one hand on each hind cheek, began squeezing rhythmically.
You could have said Cathie had a fat ass. It was wide and protruding
but it was also perfectly smooth, soft, and round.

“If I can do it, you can do it,” she assured me.

Leaving my left hand on her left cheek, I used my right hand to direct
the tip of my cock to her anus.

“Don’t mess around,” she said. “Just push it all the way in and hold
still.”

Cathie pushed back as I was pushing forward and I felt the length of
my cock swallowed tightly by her asshole. I pulled back a bit, just to
enjoy seeing the shaft disappearing between her ass cheeks, into her body.

“All the way in and hold still, she commanded.

After I complied and we moved around a bit to get comfortable, she
continued with her fantasy.

“Where did I leave off?” she asked.

“You were dancing with Mac and he was feeling your ass,” I prompted.
As I said it, my cock twitched slightly.

“He has his hand on the back of my bare thigh,” Cathie corrected.
“I tell him to stop but I’m giggling as I say it. I tell him Steve and
Tony will see. Mack responds by kissing my neck and putting his hand
right on the left cheek of my bum. He’s squeezing my bum and I’m looking
around to see if the other guys are watching. Tony is sitting on the
couch, smoking a cigarette and watching closely. My dress is hiked up
so I know he can see the whole ass end of my panties and Mack’s hand,
squeezing my ass cheek. Steve is standing in the entrance to the kitchen,
sipping on a can of beer and he can see too.”

While Cathie is talking, I can feel my cock pulsing in her asshole.
Now and then she squeezes it. “Then what happens?” I ask.

“The song ends and Mack lets me go. I’m pretty embarrassed but I’m also
drunk and horny and I think I’d like to go to bed with Mack so I don’t
say anything. I brush past Steve and go into the kitchen. I don’t know
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Erotic Dream Cathie

Saturday, January 19th, 2008

Cathie was her usual sweet self and allowed me several days to recover
from her previous fantasy. On Friday night we met our friends in the
local bar after work, drank a bit, danced a lot and finally wandered
home about 11 pm. It was still July and hot and at this point, I hadn’t
quite convinced her we needed an air conditioner.

I walked into the house, down a hallway and into the living room.
I grabbed the remote control and clicked on the television and looked
at the news. It wasn’t good. It never is.

I was at “my” end of the couch, to the right, still wearing faded jeans
and a blue dress shirt. I’d already kicked off my loafers so I was also
in sock feet. Cathie tumbled onto “her” end of the couch. This night
she was wearing black slacks and a silky red blouse with ruffles over
her large breasts. I’m not a fanatic about breasts but the red and the
ruffles accentuated Cathie’s tits and I watched them bobbing out of the
corner of my eye.

“I have to tell you this fantasy,” she said. I looked over at her.
Cathie has a perfect, smooth, white complexion, and a valentine-shaped
face highlighted by large, dark brown eyes and thick, sensual lips.
At this time, her pitch black hair was cut in a straight pageboy cut
that framed her face, kind of like representations of Cleopatra.

Before I met her, I’d always been attracted to short, thin women.
Cathie was nearly as tall as I am, five foot eight or so, and voluptuous.
She had large breasts and wide, wide hips. Just goes to show, I guess,
we fuck with our minds, not our bodies. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given
Cathie a second glance.

“Sometimes when you’re away on a trip,” she said, “I get horny, laying in
bed at night. Now and then I wonder what it would be like if you didn’t
come back, if you dumped me for someone else.”

Dutifully, I said, “That’ll never happen, Cath.”

“I know,” she answered. “Still, I fantasize about having this party.
I’m single again and I invite everyone, all my friends and even people I
meet in the bar. I’m not with anyone, I’m just the hostess. I wear that
short, black cocktail dress you bought for me, with the hem way up above
my knees and the low cut top, bare feet and no bra or pantyhose. All I
have on is the cocktail dress and my white, silk panties underneath.”

“Very sexy, the black and the white together,” I commented.

“Well, I need new man in my life, don’t I?” she asked. “You’ve left me
all alone.”

“Right,” I said.

“We have the stereo blasting away and we’re dancing and drinking, telling
jokes, having a great time. Probably because you’re not there,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I grunted.

“During the party, I notice a guy named Mack who got invited at the bar.
I don’t know him but he asks me to dance a lot and I can tell he likes me.
He has two friends with him, Tony and Steve. They ask me to dance too and
I have a great time, probably because I’m too drunk to think about you.”

“Could we cut the disparaging, editorial comments about me?” I asked.
“After all, I haven’t left you and I have no intention of leaving you.”

“OK,” she agreed. “I was just trying to tell you what I feel in my
fantasy, to make it complete. Mack is good looking. He’s wearing
jeans and a jean jacket, he’s about medium build and he has straight,
brown hair down to his shoulders, with bangs. He’s a very intense guy.
Tony is Italian or Greek or something. He’s not very tall and he’s
thick through the body. Not fat, just heavy. Steve is the Nordic type,
with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s kind of tall and thin.”

Cathie said, “All of them are perfect gentleman during the party, even
though I’m teasing them, playing one off against the other. Anyway,
about two in the morning, most of the guests have gone. The last ones,
except Mack and his friends, leave about two thirty.”

I moved over to Cathie’s side of the couch, ignoring the television in
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Cathies Erotic Fantasy part6

Friday, January 18th, 2008

a sadist.

“I’ve never really whipped you,” I said. “Tonight is our first time with a
belt and I had a hard time, whipping your breasts. I don’t know,” I said,
looking down at my bare feet, buried in the green pile of the carpet.

Cathie raised up on her elbows, her red, welted breasts swinging from
side to side. “Look at me,” she demanded. I looked into her eyes.

“I make your fantasies come true, don’t I?” she asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. Cathie had never refused to do anything I wanted her
to do.

“Tonight,” she said. “Just tonight, I want my ass whipped like I’ve
fantasized about it being whipped all my life. My mother and father
always spanked me like you do it, just enough to sting. Since I was
eleven or twelve years old, I’ve dreamed about a big, cruel man tying
me down and beating my ass black and blue. It’s made me come a thousand
times since then. Tonight, Goss, I’m so horny, I want it to come true!
Tonight the pain is making me hornier, the worse it gets! Really! I almost
came when you were whipping my tits but I waited because I want to come
while my ass is being whipped, like in my fantasy.”

“I’ll try,” I said.

Turning her head away so her left cheek was against the pillow she said,
“You’re a cocksucker, Goss. You’re a lousy shit of a lover and I hate
your guts. You’ve never satisfied me, ever.”

Grasping the belt buckle in my palm, I wrapped a loop of the thin,
leather belt around my hand. When I stopped, there was about 24 inches of
belt hanging loose. I raised my right arm and swung down past Cathie’s
bare bottom. The thin strip of leather whistled through the air and
then cracked against the flesh of her ass. Cathie shrieked and a thin
welt bubbled up across the widest part of both of her buttocks. In fact,
I was pretending anger but the result was the same.

Cathie was crying freely but she said, “Yessss. That’s it, Goss.
Just like that. Whip my ass just like that.”

I raised my right arm and brought the belt down on a diagonal. crossing
the original stripe with a new welt. Cathie shrieked again but raised
her ass up higher into the air. Sidearm, I lifted and snapped the belt
directly across the underside of her buttocks.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried. tears spilling onto the pillow. “Again! Again!”

Levering my body from side to side, I cracked the belt down onto her fat
ass five or six more times. I was sweating like a pig. Her big bottom
had welts all over both cheeks.

I paused and she cried, “More. More, Goss.”

Deliberately, with all the strength in my right arm, I continued
to whip her ass. Although she thrashed violently from side to side,
Cathie never moved her hands out from under her body. In fact, as the
welts crisscrossed her big ass, she kept pushing it up, anticipating
each stroke.

The muscles of my arm were burning with fatigue after ten minutes and
I could see that Cathie’s lower back, bulging bottom and upper thighs
were displaying a violent red color. Her ass was a fiery red circle.

“Stop,” she croaked and I dropped the belt on the carpet.

“Piss on my ass,” she moaned.

I directed a long stream of urine down her backbone, over the red-striped
mounds of her buttocks, between her thighs, onto her cunt.

“Now fuck my bum,” Cathie said. “No lubrication. Just stick your cock
up my ass and fuck me.”

I moved onto her back, keeping my weight on my elbows and knees so I
wasn’t pressing onto her abused ass. I immediately had an erection and
I tried to burrow between her thighs, into her pussy.

“No, Goss” she said clearly. “Force your cock up my asshole and fuck me
until you come. Don’t worry about me, I’m already coming non-stop.”

As directed, I burrowed between her red ass cheeks until I felt the
circumcised head of my cock move though her anus.

“Oh, yeah,” said Cathie. “Now stick it all the way up my bum. Push it in.”
Her hind end was wiggling and pushing back at me. My cock, in spite of
a certain amount of friction, slid all the way up her ass.

“Now bumfuck me, Goss,” she said. “Just fuck me up my ass as fast and
as hard as you can do it.”

After awhile, the burning sensation left my poor cock and it was sliding
in and out of her ass at a leisurely pace.

“No, harder and faster,” Cathie demanded.

As my hips pistoned back and forth and my cock burned rapidly in and
out of her asshole, I began to feel an orgasm approaching.

“Come in my bum, Goss!” Cathie yelled suddenly. “Come! Up my fat bum!
Fill my big bum with your come, Goss. Give me a come enema in my bum.
I want to feel you coming in my bum!”

When I let go, it felt like a river flowing up her ass. I swear, I didn’t
stop pumping sperm into her asshole for thirty seconds. Then there was
another thirty seconds as my spasms continued.

“Oh, Goss, I’m so full of you,” said Cathie. “You can pee in me too,
if you have to. You can piss up my ass.”

I was so relaxed, it was several seconds before I realized I was urinating
in Cathie’s ass. I didn’t do anything consciously. I just lay on her
back with my cock up her ass, pissing into her. The urine just kept
coming and coming, flowing into her rectum.

“It’s perfect,” Cathie breathed. “Just like my fantasy. Pee in my bum,
lover. Keep peeing in my bum.”

After awhile, it just stopped. I was so relaxed, my flaccid cock popped
out of Cathie’s ass and I fell off her back, onto the couch cushions.
She twisted around and scrunched down until she could get my cock in
her mouth. She sucked on my limp cock for several minutes, her tongue
licking all over it.

I felt her lips slide the length of my cock and let it fall out of
her mouth.

“One more thing,” she said. “You have to pee in my mouth one last time,
Goss. Come on, let it go. I have to drain you.”

I felt her lips circle just below the head of my cock. The tip was barely
in her mouth. I pissed in her mouth and she swallowed. Another spurt of
urine squirted out of my cock and into her mouth and Cathie swallowed
it again.

I was amazed to feel my whole body continue to relax until I felt like
an insensate blob of clay. All I could feel was a long stream of urine,
apparently endless, pumping out of my cock and down Cathie’s throat.
She swallowed it all, then sucked the last gush of urine out of my cock.
Finally, she licked the last drops off the tip.

When she moved up and snuggled into my arms she said, “I have another
fantasy and it’s really gross. Do you want to hear it?”

“No,” I said, just before I fell asleep.

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Cathies Erotic Fantasy part5

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

I stopped, pulled her maroon shirt up around her neck and began kissing
her, up and down her backbone.

“Goss,” she said.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Do you think you could pee on my tits and then slap them for awhile?”

“Yes, Cathie,” I said, standing beside the couch. She wriggled onto her
back and I moved my cock over her breasts. After peeing on her breasts,
I couldn’t help directing the stream of urine onto her valentine face.
She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I sprayed my urine onto
her tongue, into her mouth and all over her face again.

After I stopped, Cathie swallowed and licked her lips. “Slap my tits,”
she said. “Make them as red as my bottom, OK, Goss?”

“OK, sit up,” I said. Cathie sat with her back against the backrest
and removed the maroon shirt, exposing swinging tits topped by large,
brown nipples. She then secured her arms, trapping them behind her back.

“Slap them hard,” she said. “Slap my tits and make them sting like
my bum!”

My right hand did a short arc and my palm landed flush on the bulging
side of her left breast with a loud cracking noise. My left palm then
connected loudly with the outside of her right breast. “More,” she said.
“Harder. Make it hurt.”

I landed several slaps on her breasts and the white flesh began to turn
pink. Cathie lay back against the backrest and thrust her breasts out.

“Take my belt out of my jeans and whip my tits,” she said. “On the
nipples. Whip my nipples.”

I reached down and pulled the black leather belt out of the loops on
her pants. The belt was long and thin.

“Whip me, Goss,” she pleaded. “Whip me hard.”

I snapped the belt against her breasts and nipples twenty or thirty times,
stopping now and then to watch the red stripes form on the pink flesh.

Cathie was crying but she was pleading, “On my nipples, Goss. Whip me
on my nipples.

My heart wasn’t in it but I snapped the leather onto her right nipple,
then the left, then the right. I alternated for several minutes.
Both of Cathie’s big, floppy breasts were bright red and I could see
welts forming.

“Stop,” she finally commanded.

I stood back, puffing, with the belt hanging from my right hand.
Cathie looked deep into my eyes and said, “Now my ass again. Do my ass,
the same way you did my tits. Whip my ass with the belt until I can’t
sit on it for a day or two, OK, Goss?”

Looking into her eyes, I nodded. Cathie reached behind her and took two of
the pillows. Then she arranged herself, face down on the couch with the
pillows under her thighs. Her big ass was pushed far up into the air.
At this point, the pinkness was mostly fading. I watched her take a
pillow from the other end of the couch and put it under her face.
She turned her head until her left cheek was against the pillow.
I couldn’t avoid that one, big brown eye, boring into both of my eyes.

“I know you don’t spank me very hard,” Cathie said flatly, with no
inflection. Her glare penetrated my eyes. “Tonight I want you to put
your back into it,” she continued in a monotone. “Tonight I want you to
hurt my bum, Goss. It’s OK.”

Cathie’s head was to my left, her straight black hair mussed with
thin strands spread in a spray of perspiration across her high, right
cheekbone. Her wide, white back was bare, bisected by the backbone,
pointing down at her waist. Because of the pillows under her thighs,
her ass spread up and round, two delicious fat, pink round cheeks pointed
at the ceiling. Her long legs tapered back to the other end of the couch.

It occurred to me, Cathie was probably a sadist’s wet dream. But I wasn’t
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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