Tag Archive: Fantasy


She woke in the middle of the night and turned to him for warmth if nothing else. He stirred, and pulled her close. “Huh, he must be sleeping pretty deeply to do that,” she thought. No matter, she’d take it. Wasn’t too often she got that in the night now, or anytime for that matter; with kids and work and stress she was lucky if she got a kiss in the morning and a quick fuck once a week on Saturday morning IF the kids had soccer practice. And lately he’d just seemed disinterested altogether.

She snuggled as close as she dared; not wanting to wake him and spoil this unexpected pleasure. She moved slowly, almost stealthily. He did sleep so deeply. Lately he’d been so tired it took two screaming kids, the freight train alarm clock, threats, and bribery to get him out of bed in the mornings. Wonder if she tried something different, just how far could she go? Could she actually get him to sleep-fuck her? Well hell, why not try it? Continue reading

Rêves de Désir

I dream of you again
I wake in a sweat just short of release
The scent of lust fills my senses

I stumble through darkened rooms
Searching for nothing I will find
My mind a blank yet filled with desire

To touch what I have never felt
To feel what I have never known
To know what I can only imagine

As she slid the keycard into the hotel room door, she immediately began to strip: first the heels – required for business attire – followed by the jacket. Having a conference in a tropical resort setting was wonderful but you’d think the dress could be a bit more casual than normal. Stepping out of her skirt and unbuttoning her blouse she walked over to look out the sliding glass doors and immediately felt better. The blue of the sky meeting the just-barely-darker blue of the ocean took her breath away. Quickly shedding the rest of her clothes, she donned her bikini and grabbed a towel before heading out the doors to the private balcony. One more thing… Continue reading

How I love sleeping in on long weekends…snuggling in bed, cuddled up next to you, my breath hot on your neck, my fingers trailing across your tight abs as you pull me closer, sleep overtaking us again… Later I wake in your arms, warm and comfy. Time to get naughty?  I reach down to touch your cock gently to wake you. Mmm, you’re already hard, nice. My mindwheels spin… hmm, how best to take advantage of this opportunity? Continue reading

Ice Ice Baby

She hears him drive into the garage. Opening the fridge for ice to fix him a drink, she hears him drop his briefcase as comes through the door. Turning her head slightly, she slides an ice cube from her lips down to the base of her throat. From the corner of her eye she sees the dimple in his cheek appear as he walks slowly toward her.

“You know what I would do with an ice cube?” he says. “I’d push your pants down to your knees, take the ice in my hand, and slide it under your panties, rubbing it the length of your little slit, parting your sweet lips, and gliding it along the inside of them, soaking you as it melts, slipping my finger into your pussy as it melts away. You can’t open your legs with your legs stuck, grinding your slick little sex.” Continue reading

I get into bed slowly, silently, I know the breathing patterns all too well…but this is my secret and it’s going to stay that way, my own time for me alone…and I’m thinking about you, and I’m getting so hot I pull up my t-shirt and start to stroke my breasts, my nipples get hard, I’m horny as hell… Continue reading

Afternoon Nap

He: Driving there, he thinks about how soaked she’ll be and about how he’ll lick her, soaking his tongue in her juices, then sharing it with her.

She: Changing into silk camisole and white cotton panties, she thinks she’ll have time to take a quick nap before he gets there.

Separate goals, differences of opinion? Can they resolve them? Are their plans really that different to begin with? You decide… Continue reading

The Office Visit

I arrived at his office just as the rest of the staff streamed from the front doors in a mass exodus. Well, it was Friday night after all. He was expecting me to give him a lift since his car was being repaired, but he wasn’t expecting to get *that* kind of lift… 

As the last person came through the doors I slipped in and made my way up the stairs, noticing how quiet and deserted it was throughout the building, my mindwheels spinning with an idea I’d had for a while. His office door was ajar, and I could see him sitting at his desk absorbed in some boring technical document. Yuck. I was hoping he was ready for something a little more, um – interactive. Continue reading

His White Shirt

The only thing sexier than a man’s clean white shirt is one he was wearing while getting teased by his woman, his scent all over it.

Then after she’s stripped the sweaty white shirt from his body and teases him just to the point of release, she puts his shirt on and starts stroking her hot body, giving him peeks of her naked flesh, bending over showing him her ass, rubbing her nipples with the soft cloth that’s been against his body, cupping her breasts, then raising the bottom just a bit, showing him her pussy, wet with her dew.

She loves teasing him with just enough of the view to get him hard as a rock, then pushes him to the bed and climbs on top, pinning him down, taking her pleasure with her own hands then his.  She begins rubbing her clit roughly with the tip of his cock, the shirt clinging to her sweat-soaked body, nipples poking against the cloth.  Hard and needy she rubs them with his hands, and throwing back her head she bucks with the delicious anticipation of fucking him. Continue reading

As you walk up to the counter, you notice how busy the library is during the fall semester. You see me near one of the sorting carts and approach, a sly look on your face. “Excuse me, could you point me in the right direction…I’m looking for reference materials on SOA systems as applied to the automotive industry,” you say somewhat loudly for all to hear, before leaning in to whisper in my ear, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left this morning…” I look at my watch and tell you that it’s almost my lunchtime and more loudly that, “I’d be happy to show you, sir.”

“I’m in a bit of a rush for an article I’m writing, but certainly wouldn’t want to impose on your time.”

“I could take you to that collection area now, as a matter of fact,” I respond with a wink and a smile, the tip of my tongue barely between my teeth. “Those materials are currently on closed reserve status.” Continue reading