Thursday, March 30, 2006
Your Body
I miss your body so.
Even though I've never had you, I still miss your body. Even though you've never been next to me, beside me in bed, I've fantasized about it so often that it seems like you should be. I think about you all the time – the way you'd feel, the way you'd smell, how I'd touch and taste you if you were here. How much I want to please you. How much I need to please you, my darling.
I know you've never been with another woman before. I know you've never been with anyone at all – you're so very innocent with your smiles and your unanswered lust. But I know I could please you, if you'd just give me the opportunity.
So that's what I've been doing this evening. Fantasizing about you. Dreaming about making your first time so very special. In my mind, you're lying in bed next to me, and you're smiling, and I want you. You're so soft, so soft in my mind that I have to reach for you. I've always dreamed about pulling you close to me, your head resting beneath my chin. I wish I could wrap my arms around you, one hand in your hair, the other moving up and down your belly in circles. You're so soft beneath my fingertips and I want more.
I want all of you, as a matter of fact. I wish I could roll you onto your back, tug your shirt over your head, and taste your skin. Your skin, in my mind, is so creamy and smooth under my mouth, so perfect and unblemished. I want to blemish it. My lips run over your skin so gently, but now and then, I have to take a tiny bite. I hear you cry out in surprise, in pleasure, and then I bury my face in your neck. I suck and bite, leaving angry brown bruises in my path. I like it. I like it a lot, and I think you do too.
I want more.
I trail kisses down your neck, going left, and I kiss ever so slowly around your left breast. I deliberately avoid the nipple, running my tongue around and around in circles, before so carefully flicking my tongue over it. You moan, and you squirm, and I have to keep that feeling going. So I go to your right breast. I run my fingertips so slowly around your breast, trailing kisses down the side, before taking your nipple roughly in my mouth. I can feel you digging your nails in my back. Somehow, I hope you draw blood.
I move down your belly, my hands leading the way. Your bellybutton is of great interest to me, and I run my tongue around it, then into it. I slide my hands beneath you, cupping your ass, squeezing it. "Get on your knees," I whisper to you, and you always do. Your ass is up in the air, your face buried in my pillow and you always love it when I run my tongue into your crevice. I lean over, tonguing your ass, and I can hear your muffled cries through the pillow.
I love the way you taste, my darling.
I pull you over, returning you to your back. My hands are on your thighs, pulling them closer to me, spreading them apart, and then my mouth is on you.
It's on you and I move my hand lower and I'm inside you... and oh God, can anything else be so divine as the way you tastefeelsound when I'm fucking you? Your pussy tight around my fingers, and I'm the only one who has ever felt you this way. You're so tight, so warm, so fucking hotwetsweet. My tongue runs over your clit quickly, as if I'd die without making you come. My other hand moves down to finger your tight ass, and you positively scream as I penetrate you. I love being so deeply inside you, fucking you every way I can, my mouth devouring you.
And so you come for me. You always, always come for me. You cry out, shuddering, and collapse back on the bed. I can feel your ass contracting around me, your pussy releasing my fingers after it has spent itself. Your wetness, as always, is overwhelming.
My darling girl... I take you in my arms, letting you rest. Your sweat-drenched curls hang in your face, and I reach up to pull them back. I kiss your mouth, to share the taste of you, beautiful girl. And then we both collapse in sleep, exhaustion overcoming us at least until next time.
I miss your body so... even when it's only in my head.

I came home a littler earlier that usual from work that day and called to my baby Josie. She responded with a "Hi toots, I'm in the kitchen" my spine started to tingle when I heard her perky little voice.
She was chopping carrots on the counter and turned slightly to give me a hello kiss, passionately slipping her tongue into my mouth and resting her hand on my breast.
"I'm just getting the salad made
for the dinner party tonight" Josie said in her sing-song voice that drove me mad with lust. "Shit" I'd forgotten all about the party and I desperately wanted to fuck the hot cunt standing in front of me in her cute little tank top and mini skirt... now it would have to wait till the company left.

Friday, March 10, 2006
Something About Gary
Chapter 1
“Where the hell’s Gary?” Richard asked a few of his friends in one of the cramped corners of the rec room.
It wasn’t like Gary to leave a party that had so many attractive women present, Richard thought to himself. Maybe
Gary was in one of the bedrooms getting with one of them right now.
Richard didn’t know. He figured he would look for his friend, who was hard to miss. Gary was a big, black gentleman
that stood out in a crowd, often the life of the party. That he would leave a party unannounced was unlike him.
Richard often entertained many of his friends on weekends, and this one was no different. The 34-year-old white
male was making a very good living for he and his wife, Natalie, a 27-year-old brunette with outstanding physical
features and soft, brown hair.
It was a good party Richard was throwing on this evening, so good that many of the attendants were getting awfully
Richard was wandering down one of the hallways of his spacious home in search of his friend when he heard
laughter coming from outside the bathroom.
He didn’t think much of it. He got closer to the bathroom and saw it was his wife, Natalie, and her best friend, Nicole.
They were looking in at the bathroom, laughing hysterically. Natalie was nearly falling over.
Now Richard was a bit curious as to what was going on.
As he got closer, Natalie saw him and urged him forward.
“Richard, honey, you have to see this,” she said.
She pulled her husband by the arm to the door of the bathroom, and Richard peeked in to see Gary, passed out,
sitting on the toilet. His pants were around his ankles, his head leaning off to one side.
Richard was a bit amused, but didn’t think it was as funny as the two women made it out to be.
“Okay, so Gary had a few beers and passed out in the bathroom. What’s so funny about that?” he asked.
Natalie grabbed him by the arm again, and this time led him into the bathroom.
“Honey, look,” she said, bringing him up to the feet of the unconscious black man.
Richard looked down, and gasped at what he saw.
Gary’s penis was humongous. It hung down between his legs, the head of it touching the toilet water.
“Is it getting a drink?” Natalie whispered in a cute tone.
“I didn’t know they came in jumbo size,” Nicole said from the hallway.
Richard felt sick to his stomach. He really didn’t think another man could have a bigger penis than him. Richard’s was
average - about six inches — and he thought all men had about that same size.
Gary’s was beyond that, and he didn’t even have an erection. It looked like an optical illusion.
“H-how long has he been here?” asked Richard, stumbling over his words.
“I don’t know,” Natalie said, still laughing. “Nicole and I came down to the bathroom to get some washcloths and the
door was open so we went right in. Have you ever seen anything like that?”
Richard assumed she meant the size of Gary’s penis.
“Um, no,” he said.
“Just don’t flush the toilet,” Nicole chimed in. “His dick might get caught.”
Natalie laughed hysterically again.
Richard couldn’t believe how giddy the two women were, but they were awfully drunk.
“You better wake him up,” Natalie said. “God, if all the other guests see this...”
She motioned toward Gary’s large penis.
Richard felt awfully awkward, but somewhat aroused.
Was Natalie enjoying this little spectacle?
Did she ever fantasize about a man like this?
The two women went back to the party, and Richard woke Gary up. He was startled, and embarrassed. He apologized for his state.
Chapter 2
Days went by quickly after the incident at the party, and Richard would not see Gary for weeks.
Although he wound up seeing him sooner, in a way he didn't expect.
Richard walked into his house the one afternoon after work and heard loud laughing, women laughing, in the kitchen.
Whatever it was that was so funny engrossed them so much they didn’t hear the husband arrive home.
He knew he heard his wife, and recognized the other voices as Nicole’s, and another of his wife's friends, Annette.
“That should be in the Guiness Book of World Records,” said one voice.
“Seriously...how does...how does he get it in his pants?” asked another woman.
“Must have to let it hang down one of the pants legs I guess,” said Natalie, her voice recognizable to Richard.
“Or he coils it around his leg,” said Annette.
An eruption of laughter.
Richard felt a growing erection. He could not believe what he thought he heard.
Were these women talking about Gary’s freakishly huge penis? Their candid chatter excited him.
He decided to walk into the kitchen.
“Hi hun,” he said, acting as if he just arrived home.
The women scrambled about to hind something. It dawned on Richard that they must have snapped a Polaroid of Gary when he was passed out days earlier at the party.
Not only were they amused by the sight, they took a picture to record it.
He acted as though he didn't know what they were chatting about before he walked in.
Their faces, all pretty ones, were red with embarrassment. They almost got caught.
“I heard you guys laughing about something...what's up?” asked Richard, putting away some groceries.
“Um, just looking at some pictures Annette brought over, one of them was kind of funny,” said the wife.
“Oh, what was it?” asked the husband.
“What was it?” asked Natalie.
“Yeah, what was the picture of?” asked the husband, still acting casual.
Natalie didn’t answer. Nicole did.
“It was a picture of a horse,” she said.
The women held in their laughter.
“A horse? What’s so funny about that?” asked the husband.
Natalie changed the subject and the women soon left. Richard knew things would start to get interesting.

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