Thursday, August 29, 2013

Shy First Timer

Hubby is in the next room, working on something important.  Well important to him at least.  You are never sure if he is keeping up with his TV shows or if he is playing a video game instead.  Either way the repetitive noise of machine gun fire punctuated by an explosion seems to bleed through the walls as though they are nothing but cheesecloth.  It is going to be another one of those nights.

You look at yourself in the mirror and admire the view within.  You are quite beautiful, maybe not as young as you once were, but the years only seem to add to you allure.  Your hand moves to your cheek and down your neck, and you feel a shiver of pleasure travel throughout your body.  Tired of being alone you grab your tablet and head into bed to curl up with a good book.

As you settle in between the sheets, you look through the erotica on your device.  You have read everything already and are disappointed.  Tonight you are in the mood for something new.  You head to a website with free stories and start poking around there, looking for just the right story to help you find your relief.

In a few minutes, you have five tabs open with different stories ready for your enjoyment.  You are about to settle in and read, when your finger hits the forum tab.  Before you know it the page is loaded up and your eyes settle on the “Amateur Pic Feedback” section.  Like a moth to the flame, your finger hovers over the link and you find yourself waiting for the new page to load.

Thursday, August 1, 2013


Last night, Anna was in James’ room at the posh hotel on 5th Ave.  She had been chatting with James over the internet for a while, and he happened to be in town on “business.”  Anne phoned up to his room and he gave her some instructions and his room number.

When she walked into his hotel room, all she was aware of was how quickly her heart was beating in her chest.  She could feel it squeeze with each beat as he led her down the darkened corridor into the main living area.  As he walked over to the night stand, she could see that the room had more furniture then the space should allow.  There was the king sized bed with night stands on either side, the desk and the office chair, as well as the set of drawers with a television on top.

As James approached her, Anne could feel her body respond with both arousal and fear.  This man knew so much about her, about her fantasies, about her secret desires.  How could she have let him that deep into her psyche?  She looked up at him with her big green eyes and the apprehension was clearly visible within.