I had a dream last night, I know not the most original of first lines but stick with me: I promise it gets better. I was walking down a long corridor with a lush red carpet and orange toned walls; people were milling all around me, entering doors or just walking like me. It was a while before I started noticing the signs on the doors I was walking past. WATERSPORTS HORSE RIDING FOOD They all seemed quite innocent at first, then the signs started to become more blatant BONDAGE ANAL RAPE I watched people as they

Writing is personally very fulfilling. It is such a relief and a rush to finish a story or a poem and know that it is done. I dont know about you, but I write for my own enjoyment first but I have become a big fan of receiving monetary reimbursement for my creative efforts, too. So, how do I go about it and more to the point, how do you squeeze some pennies from your words of art? The first step

Some days I dont know who wakes up first, him or me, by him I mean Little Ted. Some mornings he lies in and I dont see sight nor sound of him till late on in the day, but some mornings I wake up and hes already bolt upright and ready and raring to go. This morning is one of those mornings. I stumble into my boxers and walk downstairs and into the kitchen, I start to brew a pot of tea and put some bread under the grill, if I act and behave like its just

" A loud rapping at the door has me running down the stairs, pigtails and unbuttoned white shirt flapping. Another loud knock and I shout, "Hang on, Im coming!" Striding across the living room I button up my shirt the best I can, pressing my breasts down and doing up an extra button, but I am still aware of a large amount of tit-flesh My school girls outfit is not something I would choose to open the door in, but needs must I suppose. If this is my husband home early, teasing me, Ill throttle him! I twist the door latch and poke my head around the door, "Hello?" I see a young man dressed in rough looking, navy-blue trousers and a short-sleeved white top holding

Slowly I begin to wake. Somewhere in that place between dreams and reality I hear moaning. Low and rumbling and lust filled. "shhhhh" I hear a female voice whisper "we dont want to wake her" At this point I realise its not a dream but reality, my bed is undulating softly, squeaking and swaying in rhythm. Slowly I open one eye and look straight at the soft curve of my best friends breast.

From upstairs, I hear the front door creak open, then bang shut. My husband must be home. Excitedly I jump out of bed and stick my head around the bedroom door, "Kev, come up here a minute would you love?" I shout down over the banister, catching the faint smell of my husbands I hear his footfall upon the first stair and hasten back into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. leaping back onto the bed I rearrange myself for the maximum visual impact. I sit holding my breath in anticipation, my heart pounding and every nerve in me tingling with excitement. Suddenly the door opens and in strides my husband, I see hes about to say something when his jaw goes slack, his

I gasp and his finger slips up and down, teasing me, urging me to lift up from the bed. "Someones horny this morning." "Yes, you must have been having a fun dream, darlin, youre sopping wet." his fingers slip inside me, just a little way and I buck my hips, wanting him to drive further. "Slut. I pant and moan, excited by this play, wanting more, so much more, than the tease Im being offered. "Yes baby, I know." Kev croons, stroking my hair. "My little whore wants more, she needs filling. Im ahead of you on this one." Kevs fingers leave my body, and I whimper. I wait for him to get to his knees behind me, to fill the now aching void between my thighs.

I know I shouldnt be here right now, fingers buried between my sweet pussy folds, my eyes trained upon the video playing across my computer screen. I know I should be cleaning and tidying and not masturbating, but when I get that tingling feeling in my pussy I cant concentrate on anything else until it is appeased. My husband would not be happy, Im supposed to be saving myself for him, building up the desire and waiting for him to fulfil my need.

Have you ever tried doing housework in a sexy uniform? I had been instructed to wear my school uniform all day today, so as Im pushing the vacuum round the living room, my breasts are pressed together and dripping over the edge of my plain white blouse. The grey pleated skirt swirls just above my knee, and I am very much aware of the constriction of the cotton knickers around my crotch. With every movement my mind is dragged into the realm of the sexual.

Earlier in the day I washed my hair, and now it has dried in long easy curls, it needs brushing. I sit on the sofa and flick my hair to the side, gently I pull the thick black handled brush through my dark brown red highlighted curls, then flick my head to the other side and repeat. "Youre hair is so long." My husband looks up from behind his silver laptop and smiles at me. "You could easily put it in pigtails for me now.