So we all have that one daydream that sends our minds straight to the gutter and only spirals down from there. Why not share it with the rest of us? You never know, you may just help someone get over the edge and get them off.
I've been having one about my boss for a while now. I'm standing at the front desk sorting papers and he walks up behind me, like a couple of meters away if not more, then firmly says "you can go home early today." Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum mobile app
He breathes deeply as he sits in the driveway in front of his house. She's been alone for a month. He's nervous, he's excited, but most of all he just wants to hold her. He kills the engine, and pulls the key from the ignition. The alarm chirps as he shuts the door, and hits the lock. The front door is unlocked, she's expecting him. As he walks through the door a sweet smell hits him. A smell he knows immediately. It's her smell. The sweet aroma of her soaps fills the small home like the smell of a fresh pie as the steam spills from the bathroom. Warm and sweet, he follows his nose with a smile on his face. Slowly undressing as he walks towards the shower. First his shirt, then his boots, then pants. He stops as he reaches the bathroom doorway. Her voice stops him in his tracks. A sweet melody rolls from her tongue as she hums a lullaby. She stops as she sees his silhouette through the shower curtain. "Well if you're going to listen, then you might as well pay for your ticket." Peeking around the shower curtain she smiles at him. Her hair in a messy bun, conditioner streaking her red hair. Her green eyes pale in the foggy bathroom. He quickly resumes his strip and jumps in the shower. Giving his dirty body a look over, a stern look on her face. "This simply won't do," slowly she begins to rinse him in the water, then soaps him down. Her hands follow the curves of his muscles, and the pale lines of his scars. She presses her lips to the now clean skin of his chest. The water slowly pushing the soap down his body. He holds her close in the warmth of the hot shower. Kissing her gently he presses her back against the tile. His lips make their way down her neck. Tilting her head back, she takes a deep breath as she runs her fingers through his hair as he continues to move down her body. He traces her collarbone with the tip of his tongue. Kissing the dip at the bottom of her throat. As he works his way across the tops of her breasts. Gently biting every few kisses. Her breath shortens as he reaches her nipples. Tracing his tongue around he tips then gently pulling them. He continues down her body. Sliding his tongue down the lean centerline of her body, he runs his tongue along the outside edge of her navel. Reaching his hands down he reaches his mark. He works her knees onto his shoulders. As he smiles up at her she bites her lower lip. The anticipation has her shaking. Seeing this he smiles and slowly begins kissing his way up her inner thigh. He presses his lips against hers. A breath escapes her lips as his tongue draws up along her lips and circles her clit. With her hands in his hair she grabs a handful and he slowly begins to draw her clit out. Alternating his tongue and lips, he slowly works her into a frenzy. With his lips gently pressed against her clit he begins to hum. Low and quiet at first. Changing the pitch slowly he finds her perfect tone. Her legs squeezing the sides of his head, she can't control herself. As she begins to orgasm she pulls herself off the tile wall. As she collapses he lets her down gently to the floor. In a breathless laugh she says, "oh baby, I've missed you." With a giggle and a wink she puts her hand on his chest and slide it down his body, "what else do you have for me?"
You're silly. There's this amazing line of books called Romance Novels for Retards. large type, simple words, and engrossing plot content. They might be looking for fresh authors.
