Miranda

Miranda

Tabitha refilled their glasses with a burgundy red wine and returned to the couch. By the time the 4th bottle of wine was empty, they were all obviously feeling buzzed, more than likely drunk, and highly sexual. Miranda and Tabitha had both removed their shoes and were eyeing each other playfully as Aiden looked on with an uncontainable smile on his face.  Aiden excused himself to the bathroom and Tabitha offered to open another bottle while he was gone. "Oh, no thank you." Miranda replied.  “If I have anymore there is no way I am going to be able to give you the show you want my dear.” "Ok, well I will take our glasses and put them in the kitchen," Tabitha said as she stood on weak legs.  She was indeed a sight to behold as she walked away.  Miranda could not help but to admire her sexy round ass and how it looked and swayed in the red jeans she wore as she left the room.

As Tabitha walked back into the living room something animal in her was already screaming to get out. She was ready for the better part of the night to begin and she could tell so was Miranda. She walked up behind Miranda on the couch and slid her arms over her shoulders and down over her stomach, enjoying the sheer material of the blouse she had worn. Miranda opened her mouth just a bit and moaned at Tabitha’s sudden and unexpected touch, she leaned her head to one side allowing Tabitha access to kiss her softly on the neck and behind her ear.  Tabitha then pulled back and smiled staring into those wonderfully bright eyes.  “If I did not have another reason for you to be here tonight, you do realize, I would take you right here right now and keep you to myself.” She whispered as she made a show of looking Miranda up and down her incredibly sexy body.  “Mmmm. Yes indeed.  Perhaps another day though?” Miranda turned and looked deeply into Tabitha’s golden brown eyes as she posed the question.  Tabitha smiled and her eye’s smoldered.  “Another day for sure you sexy beast.  But for now I will be more than happy to watch you fuck my man.”  They both laughed and Miranda simply stated. “Your wish is my command”. Tabitha slowly stood up straight and slid her hands up Miranda’s chest and over her shoulders, and ran her fingernails through her hair. Miranda moaned again as Tabitha massaged her scalp with her fingers. "Let's you and I surprise Aiden," Tabitha whispered.  "Yes lets," Miranda sighed sexily.

Tabitha

Tabitha

The trip up the stairs was miserable.  It had been a long day and all I could think about was how comfortable my bed would be.  As luck would have it, after an extra few hours more than expected at work, unpaid I might add, I came to find the elevator in my apartment building was out.  It really made me wonder why I had chosen to live on the 5^th floor.  I was by no means an out of shape individual.  I woke up every other morning around 6 a.m. and I ran at least 3 to 5 miles. But the stairs today were kicking my ass.  I was exhausted. 

Granted it was my own fault because I had stayed up last night, on the phone, till well past my bed time.  I could not help it though.  The voice on the other end of the line was addicting.  Her laughter was like a drug I could not get enough of.  We were literarily a bad version of some 1980’s John Hughes movie where she was twirling the phone chord in her fingers kicking her feet off the bed and I was tossing a ball against the ceiling trying to be a bit more macho than I was.  The thought of this made me laugh as I climbed the stairs slowly.

When I was on level three my phone chimed and I wanted any excuse to stop the slow drained trudge up the stairs.  I was almost there and to be honest I was being a bit of baby but hey no one was around to see it and I really didn’t care.  If you could have seen me, you would have thought I was like one of those 4 or 5 years olds who didn’t want to go to school.  I wasn’t throwing a fit but I was sure as heck taking forever to make it to the bus stop.  So I stopped and fished my phone out of my pocket. Instantly I smiled.  It was my syrup tongued fantasy from last night.  We had been taunting each other mercilessly now for weeks. 

Back Stage

Back Stage

(Part one)

First Impressions

Her ears were ringing, her head throbbed, and the world around her was pure chaos.  Andrea was in heaven.  She had had this day marked on her calendar nearly 3 months ago.  She was a rocker girl through and through and now she finally had the chance to see her all time favorite band live.  It didn't bother her that their music had slipped a bit from the main stream and that like her, they had aged ever so slightly.  She was still a spitfire with attitude and spunk and they still knew how to rock with the best of them.  She stood there gyrating and pumping her fists at the edge of the mosh pit.  She knew better than to get to deep into the crowd or else she might not make it out alive.  Part of her craved the danger and pure randomness of the pit while the sound blared out of the giant Marshall amps on stage; but she, at the age of 28, knew a bit more than the crazy reckless 16 year old girls being thrown about in there at that very moment.  She was just close enough to savor the best of both the rock and roll world and her fleeting youth.

As she danced away to one of her favorite songs she couldn't help but flash a huge knowing smile as a couple of guys ogled her.  She knew she was good looking and had every reason to be proud.  Being dressed in a short denim skirt and knee high cowboy boots didn't hurt much either.   Maybe the fact that she was wearing a mid rift t-shirt with the band’s name on it that barely managed to cover her breasts could have been another reason to cause them to stare also.  Couple that with a belly ring, and the obvious fact that she worked out and had some amazing abs, and this made her one hot chick.  Girls wanted to be her and guys just wanted her.

About halfway through the set she reached for her neck in a bit of a panic.  “Good, they are still there” Andrea thought to herself relaxing a as she clutched the lanyard around her neck.  A good friend of hers with connections had given her the ultimate hook up, back stage passes, and now they dangled around her neck bouncing madly as she moved about.  This was going to be the best night ever. Not only did she finally get to see her favorite band live but now she actually was getting the chance to meet them in person.  She smiled looking at her watch, only a few more minutes and she would be living out one of her dreams.  Little did she know she was about to experience more than just one of her many fantasies.

Emma

Emma

She waits with wicked in her doe brown eyes as she taunts me with her soft crimson stained smile. The cotton of her barely there pink top struggles and strains to contain the breasts I so badly want to slide my tongue and kisses over. She knows her sun drenched honey skin and smooth golden caramel thighs beckon my need, and still, she plays coy. Teasing me and my desire with captured clicks of her natural beauty frozen in time.

She is a practiced woman, setting her traps, easily ensnaring my want for her. Although her game is played from afar I am willing to allow her to act as my provocateur. My burden is upon me. I play the willing fool just for the few glimpses of this alluring vixen. I betray my morals and sanity as I sit here pounding my fingers against the keyboard, pondering what she smells like and how she tastes. Is she fiery and cinnamon or soft and vanilla? What would my name sound like as it ran from her tongue and whispered softly across her lips?

A Day at the Office

A Day at the Office

The Renaissance of Sarah Frost

(Her Secret Second Chances)

Sarah pulled into the parking garage and went all the way to the top as she was told, parking her car in the very last stall.  When she stepped out with her red heels and closed the door behind her she couldn't help but smile.  While driving up she had noticed there wasn't a single car for the at least the last four maybe five stories of the garage.  She began walking down the ramps, one by one, ignoring the stairs as she went.  She knew he was watching her with every step and she didn't want to disappoint him.  He had told her not to take the stairs.

Michael watched as she walked down each ramp.  He couldn't help but admire her curves, the way they swayed back and forth as she maneuvered down each incline.  The outfit she had on was amazing.  She had everything he asked for down to the large pearl necklace and big white sunglasses.  The hip hugging white dress was accentuated by a brilliant red scarf.  It was as if she had stepped out of a GQ magazine or a Black House White Market catalog.  She was magnificent with her shoulder length curls and glossy red lipstick.  When she finally began passing actual people men’s heads turned from every direction to catch a glimpse.  Michael smiled with a wide grin knowing they could only stare because today she was here just for him.  He drew the blinds shut as he stepped away from the window and returned to his desk to patiently wait.