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I squinted up at the clock hanging between the two bay windows. Damn, it’s eleven o’clock already. I couldn’t get my lover out of my mind and definitely couldn’t focus on my paperwork. I needed to get it done or my boss would give birth to a full grown cow. This merger was huge and I was left with all the contracts and minor details. Of course this meant I was dealing with tons of money hiding in the words cleverly crafted by lawyers. No pressure, ha! I’d been getting home from work late the past week and I knew Chelsea understood, but I wanted to be there with her. Her soft skin, her delicate kiss, the way she smelled, and the way she moaned lightly into my ear as I played with her sweet pussy. I shook my head. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

Part 1

A fantasy …

Christine lay back in the soft blankets, disheveled slightly for comfort, under the slightly yellow light of many candles of different shapes and sizes. She had dark hair, bound in a ponytail, which lay behind her over the blankets, as she watched her husband approach. She was wearing a blue lace nightie, and white lace panties, and looked very much ready for bed. However, she wasn’t ready for sleep. Gary crawled onto the bed, and moved on all fours toward his wife, as she patted the bed right in front of her, inviting him to lay with her. He lay on his side, gazing into her eyes, and placing a hand on her hip. He leaned in slowly, and pressed his lips to hers, savoring a long, and tender kiss with her, as the glow of the candlelight traced the curves of the beautiful lady, and the dark complexion of her husband.

Ms Eggers: “Yes. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Yes SIR,” I said, and turned over and did as instructed.

Fantasizing about gorgeous woman had been a staple part of my existence right from secondary school days. Beauties elder to me, particularly married ones, seldom failed to turn me on. From teachers to neighbourhood aunts and from movie vamps to news readers, preferably those draped in sexy sarees, there was not a beauty that I had come across and not made love to in my sexceedingly passionate fantasies.

Joe decided that he would pose the question to Lisa about whether or not she was willing to give herself mind, body, and soul to him. Joe felt that Lisa was ready to make this commitment to him. And he had decided that he would find out tonight. Joe had decided to find out if Lisa was ready and willing to accept a collar from him. To be his and only answer to him. After the couple of times that they had been together and how she had reacted to his bidding led Joe to believe that she was ready. If she didn’t accept the collar tonight, then Joe was going to ask her if she thought that she would or that he would terminate the relationship.

There’s something about a black man that just really turns me on. I’m a petite blonde girl, big blue eyes and long hair, but to me, a black man is the finest piece of guy out there.

Dear Michelle:

That evening I was in a restaurant, with some old friends of mine. It was Patrizia’s birthday, and she invited me and all the others “old girls” of the group. It was been a long time we didn’t met all together: marriages, working troubles, a lot of things that made our friendship a little difficult. But this time, Patrizia wanted to invite all of us to have a nice evening all together, drinking and eating in a beautiful restaurant after all this time. So I wanted to appear as best as I could, and I decided to wear myself just like I was going to a meeting with a lover: my favourite black and white dress, short on my knees with the zip from the neck to the lower edge, my special jeans coat, my black boots, and my “Valerie” stockings, with black bra and black transparent panties, a gift of my husband for my 31’s birthday: I love that lingerie!!! The food was great, and the wine was better, even if I am not used to drink too much, and my friends were very very glad, and they started to joke as usuall, telling me: “Brunetta, you are still the same old whore! Take a look at how you are wearing!!!” , or “Brunetta! It’s Patrizia’s birthday, not a sex party! Let some men also for us!!!” and things like these: it was like to go back to some years before!!!. But I know that my friends Patrizia, Cristina, Barbara, Simona and Daniela loves to drink a little more. And they also likes to have fun dancing. So, after the restaurant we went to a disco, keeping on drink again and being happy and funny for our meeting and for Patrizia’s 32 years birthday. It was finally late, Barbara and Simona, that came with me on my car, were disappeared by a lot of time (with who??? Oh, well, Simona is married, Barbara is not, but they will never stop to have fun!!!), it was time to go home, and I went to Patrizia and the others to say goodbye.

Teasing Toward Ecstasy

This story came to mind during the more dull hours of my work

“But I’m so small,” she cried. “and you’re so big. What if you hurt me?”

The Beaver Hunt

“Bitch, stop your yappin and put your mouth to good use” said Hugh, grabbing her hair and forcing her forward, bending her over the sofa in the middle of the room.

The soft hum of the tires mixed with the sound of the rain pelting the windshield of the car, all set in tempo to the squeak, swish of the windshield wipers. Melissa had taken the back roads in order to avoid traffic that night, it had just been her fancy and she had gone with it. She loved these kinds of nights despite what most felt about them; the roll of thunder in the distance, the sound of rain hitting all around her though she was bone dry and, most of all, the fresh sense the air carried after the rain. Melissa was romantic like that. She was a young, pretty college girl so people expected her to be.

Jade stared in horror at the scene as Terry began dragging her friend across he room by his knot. She was disturbed by the scene but felt ashamed that she was also turned on by this. “Mary what are you doing!” Jade yelled while watching her friends juices soak the floor as the dog’s knot popped out. “I can explain.” Mary said standing up to look her friend in the eyes. “he fucked me the other day when i was looking for my contact.

Bill sat at the security desk and passed the evening watching the customer service representatives leave for the day. Of the 200 women that worked there, few had escaped his sex fantasies. At 7:30 everyone was gone. He read the newspaper until 8:15 when the phone rang.

Watching the semi push itself backwards into the loading dock, Nicole looked on as she stood with her weight resting upon one of her sexy legs. The 5’10” brunette gazed away as the vehicle finally hit the two yellow posts and consequently came to a halt. Wearing her blue jeans and a black T-shirt, the dark eyed feline walked over to the side of the driver’s cab and looked up. Returning the glance, the truckdriver said, “ Five scids for you.” Nicole only responded with a bored look as the man descended the vehicle and followed her into the receiving area.

I was having a bad day. My startup company had folded, I was in debt for a fortune, I couldn’t even get a decent job and my girl had gone off with a doctor — a female doctor.

Her mother Beth to say the least was a self-righteous religious bitch who was about as mentally abusive to her daughter as the of the fictional character’s mother from Stephen King’s horror story, “Carrie.”

Working for a small newspaper as a second rate printer, all Leslie did was operate a few machines in the basement of the building. Being in no way spectacular, his life was quite dull. His daily routine continued week after week with nothing of any significance. However, as a hobby, Leslie did read allot. Moreover, his readings were greatly concentrated in the sociological area. He loved to read about social evolution in particular. Fascinated with all the changes going on in the world today, he was intrigued with the relations of power.

TOMORROW’S WORLD is an erotic Science Fiction novel by Steve Nelson. A man from the 20th Century awakens from a high tech hibernation experiment centuries in the future. In this future world nudity is the norm and sex is the passion.

At our meeting when my lawyer presented her with all the evidence of my wife’s peccadillo’s she quickly convinced my ex that her best bet was to sign everything and disappear, that with any luck she would not end up in jail.