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Shouts of excitement and laughter floated into the kitchen, the boys were clearly having a good time. She smiled as she added the finishing touches to the platter of snacks. Her sister danced into the kitchen, giggling and wet her white pants and blouse clinging lovingly to her curves. "Careful when you take that out, their dunking each other more than the ball", she laughed. Bother girls shared a look, their dimples deepening in delight. It was so nice when the guys were all getting along, when they were friendly and supportive instead of bitcy and competitive. "I'm so glad that they are being friends now, makes it better huh?" Her sister assented, then grabbed another tray of sweets and walked with her out into the sun. The guys were playing a version of waterbasketball, the penalty for the other team being a dunk in the pool instead of points, how many dunks depended on the type of shot made by the opposing team, and how close you were to the offense at the time of the shot. There was a lot of good natured protesting and reofficiating, someone had even produced a video camera for instant replay. As the girls skirted the playing area, the men eyed their lush figures appreciatively. Sure, Al's girl was off limits, but Al's girl's sister was definitely still on the market. The teams agreed to a quick break to grab some food without too much wrangling about next possesion. The girls hurried in and out of the house, bringing more food and drinks, filling glasses and encouraging everyone to try something new. These weekly gatherings, whether in-doors with cards and dominoes, or out-doors for touch football and water-basketball, had become a ritual. The team's bond seemed to flourish and grow as they spent more and more time toether, caring for each other without all of the pressure of the "LIFE". Everyone seemed happier, especially Al. She walked over to his chair and draped herself over his broad shoulders, pressing soft kisses along his throat she murmurred, "What can I get you Papi?" He lauged, "All of these people outta my house and you outta them clothes." She flushed in pleasure and embarassment as his teammates congratulated him on haveing "some kinda sense". Her sister placed her hands on her waist, pulling her teasingly out of Al's reach, "Oh no muchacho. No ring no thing!" The girls fluttered away into the kitchen, leaving the men to enjoy their testosterone high. She hugged her sister to her tightly, glad that for a change Alfred had the same kind of support that she always got from her sister. "This is so great! Now all we need is a man for you." "I don't know, seems to be taking both of us to feed the ones we've got." They laughed again. Happy, evryone happy., GeishaBunny
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Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:26:14 GMT
Typo it was suppose to be at the end , How could he not love her and want to stay with her? She had thought that he felt something for when he saved her in her dorm room. Tears streamed down her face as she contemplated what to do for HE could not form a circle with himself……………, ****** PS the guy in the story his name is PAUL which means small and humble...............Anyone have any comments about the symbolism?????? The Girl Who Writes Stories *********
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******* New story ********** Ax Wielding Werewolves Part I ************The heat of his hand in hers caused her to feel physical pain. Her heart throbbed as she looked up into the eyes of her beloved. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. Her heart throbbed the steady beat of her sad song. She has loved him for what seemed to her the moment the breathed the same air. The screams could be heard as he rushed her along the corridor and into the open conference room. “Stay here. With me. Don’t let go of my hand,” he commanded as panicked students rushed past them. You could hear the loud blood curdling howls of the Lycan as the wielded their heavy axes into the innocent bodies of the falling and slain students. She was terrified but still felt exhilaration at their hands being connected his man’s body so close to her own trembling form. “I love….” she began as he led her to the circle forming in the middle of the room. He didn’t let her finish as he started ordering people about in his commanding voice. “Everyone who is a believer and wants to save their life, form a circle NOW. Men, grab the women by their wrist and hold firmly. Make sure no matter what you hear or see, DON’T let go. Pray. Concentrate!” He held her wrist in his hand and grabbed another man’s hand and made him grab her on the other side. They formed the circle. They closed their eyes and continued to concentrate. She could feel the warmth from them circulate around the circle. She peeked and saw a warm golden ray envelope them. Then he released his hold on her wrist, grabbed another man for his place, and moved to the door. “NOOO!,” she screamed but the men did not let her go. She couldn’t let him break out of the circle. The Lycan could kill him. She struggled but she saw to no avail could she be released. She watched as he stood by the door at the ready…………. How could he not love her and want to stay with her? She had thought that he felt something for when he saved her in her dorm room. Tears streamed down her face as she contemplated what to do for her could not form a circle with himself……………, ****** The Girl Who Writes Stories *********
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Hi! This story is for me, AL (if he ever reads it), GB, and Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:31:25 GMT **************** My Hero ****************, *************************************************************************************The sun beat down on her copper brown hair as it hung to her waist in a thick braid. She needed to get to the bank before she could go home to cook dinner. The summer day’s heat was thick, sweltering waves that enveloped her in its hot embrace. She ran across the street as the traffic sign changed to green and scurried into the banks sheltering coolness. She noticed that there was a person behind her but she couldn’t take the time to hold the door because the heat was so intense and her shoulder bags were full of her groceries from Whole Foods. The line was long for a teller. She turned to go to an ATM in the corner alcove of the old bank when she saw the person who came in behind her was an attractive man in a custom made Italian silk suit and beautiful, polished leather shoes. His eyes shone like diamonds as he signaled to her to go ahead of him to the ATM machine. His long, silky eyelashes caressed his cheeks as he stood their waiting for her to go before him. She blushed. He was so attractive. His shoulders were broad, and tapered into a slim waist and graceful figure. She instantly wondered what his skin would feel like beneath his full suit of clothing. His face was well groomed and clean of hair. He smiled at her. His pearly straight teeth and full, sensual lips were made for kissing. His brown skin was something to admire. The bank was renovating the lobby and they had to walk around some scaffolding to get to the ATM machine. The sign in front of the renovation explained that the bank was taking out the old depository for cash money drops since they had modernized their ATM machines. Unbeknownst to her, he admired her voluptuous figure in her yellow sundress and white sandals. Her pretty face was round with creamy skin and large brown eyes. Pretty eyes. Like his. He watched as her skirts swirled around her shapely legs. Suddenly, he felt a prickle against his neck as his hair literally stood on end. He looked over his shoulder to see a suspicious man stand over a nervous teller in a threatening manner. He had stood back from the beautiful young lady to give her a little privacy as she completed her transaction but he hurriedly ran to her side and picked her up with such speed that she had little reaction accept to squeak, “Oooh, your arms are as strong as they look!” as he slid quickly across the waxed marble floor to the depository rolling box, while holding her against his chest, he dove inside and they slid down the metal slide into the bowels of the banks old, cordoned basement. They hit the dusty floor with a “kurplunk” as his well muscled body took the brunt of the fall. Overhead the sound of guns being fired became an overwhelming sound of terror. She clung to his broad, hard chest quivering with fear. “You saved me. You brave, courageous man. Thank you. Oh, Thank you!” She straddled his lap, her skirts spread across his legs as she kissed his face and neck with gratitude. “You are so welcome,” he breathed heavily and patted her. She blushed deeply but he couldn’t see it because there was barely any light. “How did you know what was going to happen?” she asked him as they began to feel around them to find a safe place to sit while they waited out the robbery upstairs. “I just had this feeling and then I saw the man with the teller,” he said while laying out his jacket for her to sit on. “How long do you think we will be down here? Where are we anyway? I can’t believe we jumped into that hole in the wall? You dear sir, are brilliant!” she exclaimed and then cringed as screams and more gun fire could be heard from above. “I don’t know how long we will be down here. But I know we are alive and relatively safe. Stay here, while I see if there is a backdoor we can escape through to the outside.” He seemed to be gone for a really long time. When he came back his voice was strained. “No exits. It feels like all of them have been closed off with bricks. The metal slide we came down on is broken so we can’t crawl back up it. I gathered up all the things I could find from your bags that you were carrying. It seems my cell phone is broken. Couldn’t find yours. ” “I don’t have a cell phone,” she says with regret. She went to take his hand to reassure herself in the dark and felt him cringe. “What’s wrong?” “I cut my hand trying to remove some of the bricks over the old exit door.” She guided his hand to her underskirts. “Rip right here. I have some bottled water and Neosporin in my purse. Let’s bandage you.” She carefully ministered to his wounds. They drank water and ate some pre-packaged cookies. The air was still around them except for their breathing as they heard the screams and threats above them. They had to have been in the subterranean room for a few hours. “What’s your name?” she whispered. “Al. Yours?” “Honor. Nice to meet you Al.” “How is your hand?” “Good. You? You ok?” “I am doing well.” More silence between them for another hour. She laid her head on his shoulder and shuddered as the gunfire picked up again. She handed him a slightly battered banana and they shared the rest of the bottle of water. Good thing she had picked up a six pack of H2O and some juice. They had enough food for a few days if they had to make it last. He was very quiet. “What do you do for a living Al?” “Play professional basketball.” “What do you do for a living Honor?” “Customer service.” “You like customer service, Honor?” “It’s ok. How about basketball?” “Yeah.” They were quiet for another few hours. Then they heard different voices. The S.W.A.T. team and police. They began to scream. For an hour they yelled and banged but no one heard them. Exhausted they both lay on the floor panting. They didn’t talk about what to do or how they were stuck. They began to talk about anything but their current situation. “What your favorite television show?” “I don’t watch T.V.” He was incredulous. “You watch T.V.” “Well, when I am traveling I like to watch Law and Order. I watch it in my hotel room. How about you?” He probed her more. “You only watch one T.V. show Honor? What do you do then if you don’t watch T.V?” “I like to write. And read. Stories are great. I like to share stories with my friends. Imagine things.” “What do you like to do Al? Besides watch T.V.?” “I like to travel and sight see. I like to read too. I like to swim. Hmmm… I like to hang out with my family.” “Yeah. Me too.” “So, why don’t you tell me your favorite stories. It can help us pass the time.” Honor although very shy began to tell Al some of her favorite stories. They eventually slept with her in his arms. When they woke up it was very quiet. “Al. Do you think we will ever get out of here?”she asked. “Yes. We didn’t stay alive for nothing. Keep positive Chica! This is going to work out!” They had some juice and shared some bread and butter. The bread was squished but edible and she had bought a stick of salami which Al bit chunks off for them with his strong teeth. Al told her stories about the Dominican Republic where he grew up. “So, you made fires on the beach. That is so romantic.” “It is only romantic if you are not poor. Many people in the D.R. are super poor. I was blessed. I like the U.S.” The day passed and then another night fell. They did not hear any new noise. This night they couldn’t fall asleep. The tension was great. Feelings of hunger for survival flowed between them. They began to share secrets. Fantasies of a life that they both wanted to live someday. A happy home. A secure life where they could depend on their spouse for loyalty and love. “Honor, have you ever been in love? I mean real love?” “Love to me, Al, has to do with security. So I have loved people. But I know I can never have true romantic love until I know the man will be there for me. Truly there. I need security. And I think once I start to express my passion. I want to express it fully. Often. I don’t want to bounce from one person to another to express my Love.” “You know Honor. I feel the same way. I am not into casual s*e*x*. It is so empty.” “Al, you are a really sweet guy. I think you are super wonderful.” “Thanks Honor. I think you’re great too.” They held hands. They continued to share their feelings and thoughts. They had been in the basement for 4 days. They had 4 oz of water left and one piece of fruit. They carefully shared the food. She tenderly fed him a bite and he let her sip the water from bottle as he held it. Love had blossomed. They cared for each other deeply. He gently caressed her shoulders and pulled her onto his lap. She rubbed his shoulders and snuggled into his chest. “When we get out of here I am taking us to the Ritz or the Omni. We are going to get the biggest bathtub we can find. We are going to take the longest bath. Eat steaks and banana splits. And sleep on a really thick feather bed. You and me, Honor.” “Ooohh yes. HAHHAHAHAH,” she laughs in delight, “I want hot French bread with butter and chocolate candy bars from Godiva. And strawberries. And orange juice. And a HUGE green salad with cucumbers.” He laughed with her and kissed her neck. She pressed herself into him and let her fingers caress his thighs. They kiss passionately. His tongue delves into her sweet, soft mouth. Their moans unite as his hands massage her a*s*s* and large breasts. Passion has overcome them both. “Oh Al, yes,” she moans. Suddenly a loud crashing is heard and bricks come crashing down. A loud voice is heard. “Hey, you kids still alive down here?”************** In the light of day shyness came back. They smiled happily at each other as the paramedics looked them over and fed electrolytes intravenously to them in the ambulance. They were hungry but healthy and able to decline the hospital. The two holding hands hailed a taxi and headed to the most luxurious hotel room they could find. Staring death in the face had caused LOVE to spring up between them. “You’re my hero Al. My Hero!” ……………….At the hotel the clerk gushed over Al and his Yoka Yogur advertisements. “Yoka Yogur? Al, you must tell me about this when we get upstairs,” Honors eyes are twinkling as she leads her hero away. Upstairs the butler runs them a bath and has room service bring in a large cart of food. “Honor, I have a lot of advertisements. Yoka yogur is like “Got Milk” here in the U.S.” “Yes, but Al what do you look like in the ad. Describe it.” “Oh, it’s just me. Shirtless. You want to see come to the bath with me.” He grabs a piece of pineapple for each of them from the cart and walks slowly backwards to the bathroom. She giggles and follows. He slips the pineapple onto his tongues and kisses her. They share the fruit. She helps him strip off his shirt. His chest bulges with well defined muscles and his arms wrap around her. “Now you know we have to have many days of pleasure together so that we feel nice and secure. Truly fulfilled.” “Yes Al. I think that I would be able to stay with you in your strong arms for days at a time.” He tenderly undresses her from the dirty yellow sundress and lifts her into the warm, rose scented bath water. He takes off his pants and shoes. Standing in his naked glory Alfred is a long, beautiful Adonis. His flat, muscled stomach made her want to run her mouth all over his body. The silky skin of his manhood made her want to rub him against her large, creamy breasts. He slipped into the tube behind her. His large hands caressed the soap and warm water across her body and down her petite legs. She turned to him making the warm water slush across them in gentle waves. She kissed his chest and arms running a thick wash cloth down his torso. She worshipped him with her hands and mouth. His body was lovely to her. The planes of his back and chest caused her body to ache with wanting him inside her. When they are clean he picks her up and carries her to the canopied bed. Laying her back against the pillows he reaches for the box of Godiva on the nightstand. He feeds her the chocolates, kissing her in between. She pulls him onto the silk pillows beside her. Kissing her way down his body she delicately sucks his inner thigh and lightly tongues his scrotum. Sliding off the bed she skips to the food cart and brings back his steak and the strawberries and whip cream. She straddles his hard stomach. She can feel the muscles work against her tender womanhood as he breathes. She feeds him the tender strips of meat with her finger tips. Her delicate hands slowly place a piece of the tender flesh into his mouth. Her desire rises watching his beautiful mouth move as he works the piece of meat. His mouth is so lovely. His lower lip was so full that when he reaches up to kiss her creamy, rosy nipple she shudders in pleasure from his mouth on her. “Is this what you wanted?” she asks him as he rolls her underneath and places his plate on the night stand. She takes a strawberry dipped in cream and slides it across his shoulder. She licks the cream off. His skin tastes like warm apples and spiced cookies. Sweet and tender. She sticks her fingers into the cream and runs them down his belly. His muscles contract against her fingertips. He holds himself up on his arms as she wiggles underneath him and licks his stomach while playing with his hard d*i*c*k. Her tongue caressing his beautiful stomach and thick chest. “Al, you have a beautiful body. Your body is so beautiful. Rub yourself on me Papi!” She moans as he rubs himself on her body. He rubs his hard mans body across her soft, voluptuous curves. “Al you are so beautiful. Give me your body.” She creams across his thighs as he rubs himself on her. He enters her body with tenderness as his hardness throbs. Their lovemaking continues for hours. She holds him to her as they find the passion that was built in that room 5 stories beneath ground. **********
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Wed, 24 Jun 2009 20:26:29 GMT
********* Hi Everyone! I wrote a new story. Welcome to Del. Thanks sooo much for the commercial of Alfred for Yoka Yogur! When you search You Tube it does not come up so maybe one of Alfred's PR people can fix that so that when you search for Al it will show up. Well I can say this for me...... Alfred finally taking his shirt off was well worth the wait. Talk about Virgin hot flashes. Ewwwwiwie! Alfred is muy HOT stuff with his clothes off. Muy caliente! Like can we have 10 million of your babies please? What a hottie! I mean WOW! So, he supports why I love the male athlete. Men have porn bunnies and we have the NBA. Well I tried to write a good story for the 4th of July but after seeing Al naked my thoughs were like the wind.............. Enjoy everyone and Del feel free to join in and write anything you want. We like to feature Alfred but you can write what you like. Sorry to Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:31:25 GMT & Thu, 18 Jun 2009 21:59:53 GMT but this poor girl only gets to the public computer every so often. Thanks for waiting. Don't forget you can request any story you want. I've been reading Stephen King and have a few scary ones but I do not know if you guys want scary. i think on this blog we are all into LOVE and Sex. Love y'a. Besitos! ******************, Twilight lingered in his eyelashes. They lay on a blanket waiting for the fireworks to begin. The remnants of their picnic had been stored away in the basket along with the champagne that he had brought with crystal glasses. Laying against his broad chest he played with her brown locks as they fell about her shoulders in soft curls. He liked her white eye-let dress that fell slightly above the knee in twirling flounces. He rubbed her shoulders and asked if she needed a blanket or sweater. “No thank you, Amor. You keep my blood warm,” she answered snuggling closer to him. The fireworks were to be across the water where the big party was to be held afterwards. The 4th of July was one of her favorite holidays. “You love any day that has a party. Even if it’s only me and you. You make everything into a party Baby,” he had teased her as she announced that today was going to be her favorite day of the year, “Como La Navidad y Pascuales y Thanksgiving y….y……” She had simply dimpled and handed him his special Rice Krispie treats. She used her own hand crafted marshmallows and blue sprinkles. “Happy Independence Day Papi!” Now they lay on the combed white sand of a beach with the tide lapping lightly at the blankets edge while the moon rose above them in the twinkling blue sky. The fresh smell of salt melded with her sweet scent caressing his face. Her hand in his encourages him to his feet as the music of Juan Luis Guerra wafts out from the pier. He takes her into his arms and they sway to Quisiera. “I love this song. I want to be the curl of your hair. I want to be the knot in your throat. The chair that holds you. I want to celebrate your name. Alfred. Wise King of our Living God. That’s what your name means,” she says as he twirls her and her skirts fall elegantly around her thighs. “I like it when you sing, Cara. Why did you stop,” he asks. “Only if you join me on the next song,” she entreats him as Vivre begins to play. He leans down and kisses her stopping all requests for singing. She loved the way he sang his voice so svelte and silken against the air. Then the cannons went off and the first string of fireworks began. They were lovely. Chandeliers and flowers. Pictures of dragons and Disney characters. Rockets and sparklers. He knew she loved fireworks that made pictures. He made sure that they were included. She exclaimed and clapped for every dancing Snoopy and Mickey Mouse that emblazoned the sky. “Oh, I have not seen fireworks this ornate since I was three,” she breathes into his stomach as they dance around under the lights in the sky. At the grand finale he holds her still in front of him. “Watch Bella. This finale is just for you,” he directs as the sky explodes with a million rockets and white and pink chandeliers. There is a beautiful girl image with flowing hair and sparkling eyes with roses popping out around her. The words << Princess ********* will you marry me? I love you. Be mine forever. Love, Alfred >> fall across the sky in a rainbow sparkle. She laughs in joy at the spectacular fireworks and throws herself into his arms with abandon, raining kisses everywhere her lips can reach. Yes. Yes. Yes. Forever Yes. The sky lit up on last time with fireworks that gave her answer. Yes. ****************************<< The Celebration >>They take a small boat to the pier. They are greeted by family and friends. Unbeknownst to her he had invited everyone to their engagement party. “My dear he has balls. He did not know your answer. To have a party ready is courageous,” says an elderly woman in the crowd. “I would need to get drunk if she said no. Why not do that with family and friends,” he laughs as he sweeps her onto the dance floor. His silk shirt is unbuttoned and the gleam of his skin brings fire to her belly. The party is nice but she can’t wait to get him alone again. Family and friends come to congratulate them and take turns dancing with the happy couple. Then his surprise for her. A gift. Juan Luis Guerra takes the stage and Quisqueya joins him. They sing together her favorite songs. Cuando Te Beso. Quiesera. Bachata Rosa. Tu. Al was a great sport and sang along with Luis. His sunshine smile was brilliant making her toes curl and her belly warm. His eyes seemed to be only for her as he sang. He felt her loving gaze from the dance floor and remembered how she felt in his arms. Then he called her on stage. His little brother Chris brought him a little silk pillow with a velvet red ring box on it. Before everyone he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed every finger before slipping her ring on. “Mi Bella. Mi Corazon. Please do me the honor of caring for you. Of loving your body and your mind creating the happiness you have only dreamt of for the rest of your life. You bring me pleasure and joy. Will you be my bride? Allow me to make your dreams, our dreams, come true?” “Yes. Yes Alfred I will. I pledge to bring you joy everyday of our lives.” The crowd went wild and men whistled and clapped. “Kiss. Kiss.” So the young couple embraced and kissed with the joy and love that spilled from their hearts. ********************** <> As they entered his home they seemed to mutually sigh in relief. The day was beautiful. Long. And beautiful. It had been the party of their lifetimes. He had her in his arms and was climbing the stairs before she had the chance to say she wanted to go back to her hotel room. He nibbled at her through her dress. Sea salt met his tongue. “Aye Linda, you have sand and salt everywhere. I told you not to play in the water with the kids.” She giggled in response. “Bathtub,” she announced. She used every chance she got to use his bathtub. She loved when he bathed her or she bathed him. He removed her sandals and set her into the tub. She stood there smiling up at him as he began to unzip her dress. He had her purse slung over his shoulder from which she pulled out the bottle of unopened champagne. “I think it is time to celebrate. Tu Embra. Tu Mujer. Tu Novia. Come to me,” she beckoned as her dress slipped off her shoulders and shimmied down to the tub. He shrugged out of his silk shirt and slacks turning on the water. Warm water rushed out to meet her toes. Giggling she helped him slip off his boxers. She blushed. Hot Alfred body naked in front of her eyes. He began sprinkling bath oil rose petals into the water as he sat down. She was standing in her silk and lace bra and matching peach panties. Her hair cascaded in curls around her shoulders. He pulled her onto his lap. “Let’s use the champagne in the bath. Is that ok?” she inquires. He pops the cork and takes a sip. He offers her a little on his tongue. She moans as they kiss deeply. She takes a delicate sip from the bottle. She wrinkles her nose. “I need a whole lot of Alfred to help me consume this champagne. The finest quality and yet only your tongue can make it palatable to me.” “Cara, if I kiss a whole bottle of champagne into your mouth you will be so tipsy. You might take advantage of me. This is for now,” he says as he slowly pours the amber liquid over her shoulders. The bubbles tickle there way down her back to gather around his navel and make him grin. She follows the trail of bubbles around his navel and down to his happy trail. She straddles him fully and can feel his erect manhood against the silk of her panties. “What do you think you want for your first time,” he asks as he runs his warm, wet hands up her back. He toys with the clasp of her bra strap as he kisses her collar bone. “Rose bower and chocolate shavings? Bear skin rug and blazing fire? Sunlight and silk pillows?” he inquires. She slides her hand down his thigh rubbing his hard c*o*ck with the back of her hand. “How about your hardness rubbing into my softness? You coming into me? You. That’s my first time Alfred. You.” **********************
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Mon, 22 Jun 2009 19:43:03 GMT
Del, New York City via BOSTON!
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Fri, 19 Jun 2009 18:25:38 GMT
Hi Geisha Bunny! I am working on stories now but I ran out of time today. Do you have any new stories Geisha Bunny?????? I love your stories too. I was thinking something to go with Christina Aguilleras "CANDYMAN" I love that video........., Have a good weekend Y'ALL
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Thu, 18 Jun 2009 23:00:50 GMT
GeishaBunny has received a missive from TGWWS, she says..."thinking, thinking, thinking, coming up with something good soon"- The Girl Who Writes Stories,
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Thu, 18 Jun 2009 21:59:53 GMT
It does not matter what type of story; i'm just asking u to write one if you don't mind. ( you don't have to, if you don't want to.,
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Thu, 18 Jun 2009 17:30:04 GMT
Stories? What's the request? What kind of story? Fantasy and imagination is the limit and it doesn't have to be about sex but it can have it in there if U want....... I need inspiration..............THE GIRL WHO WRITES STORIES.......,
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write some more stories,
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Yasmine Johnson, Atlanta
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Mon, 08 Jun 2009 18:00:36 GMT
WOW! Hot- GeishaBunny,
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Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:16:49 GMT
Hi Everybody! Happy Birthday to Quisqueya! ***************************** Here is a new story which I have had for awhile but I could not get it finished in the usual 15 minutes. This one took about 40 mins. It is not as pretty and smooth as Geisha Bunnies and I think that I have a hard time with expressing raw emotion. This story is definitely about young love. It was going to be called "Without His Shirt" but I was listening to Lil Rob's music and Aaliyah and TLC (Miss T-Boz) and realize that this story title should be " HIS TE QUIERO BABY" I hope you like it ************************************************** HAPPY BIRTHDAY AL FELIZ CUMPLEANOS & BON ANNIVERSAIRE *****************************************, Laying there in a wife beater. Boy cut panties. White. He could see her full cup lace bra through the sheerness of the cotton. Her long copper and gold hair curled around her shoulders falling down to her hips. She was listening to Lil Rob’s Make You Say. His eyes followed the movements of her body as she swayed to the beat. Legs spread across the bed her belly to the silk comforter, she licked her lower lip. Her gaze came to rest on his crotch. Button fly jeans. Her finger came out and caressed the details on the button. “Aye, Papi,” she sighed, “I would have dressed up for you if I knew you were coming. Look at me. I am so naked.” He lifted her hair off her back as she rolled up on her knees. She wrapped her arms around his hips nuzzling his stomach through his white polo. Vanilla and oranges rose to meet his nostrils as he bent to kiss her neck. She pulled him into the bed on top of her as the bass shifted and a new song began to play. “N.A.S.T.Y.,”he murmured into her mouth, “Hey girl you got a pretty mouth.” She giggled and caressed his lower lip with her tongue. He rolled them so she straddled his stomach while he lay on his back. Her hair swung around them softly brushing his cheek as she helped him take off shirt and unbutton his jeans. She began to move slowly on him, her hotness burning into his groin. He wanted to take his jeans off badly. She hesitated asking shyly, “Papi, can I give you a lap dance?” He sat back in the bed plumping up the pillows around him,” Baby, I am all yours.” He glanced down at the diary that was left open on the bedside table. Lyrics to TLC songs. Unpretty. Damaged. Dear Lie. “Baby, do you feel sad today?” he sweetly inquired as the music shifted to Juvenile’s Slow Motion. Her hands were in her hair as she rolled her neck, hair cascading down her spine and kissing her hips. As she straddled him her hot crotch spread wetness across his pants. His hands spread themselves across her belly as the wife beater rose above her navel. Her hand trailed her rib cage. She put her weight on him fully, gyrating her hips slowly in time to the beat. Heat spread through his limbs. His d**i**ck got hard. She stood up, tossing her hair, and turned her a*s*s to face him. She bent over caressing the backs for her thighs with her baby hands. He could see the fine curve of her womanhood through the panties. He traced his finger along that curve. She moaned. She got on her knees back to his chest slipping her hand into his jeans. He groaned. He was way too large to spring out of his pants and was held prisoner by her will. Straddling him backwards she enjoyed the silk of his c*o*ck as she gently caressed her man. When he couldn’t take the incredible feel of her teasing he pulled her to face him. “This is nice but totally not realistic,” he kissed her nose, “You are not to have any direct contact with the d*i*ck*. House rules. Gotta get creative girl, to get me off.” She giggled mouth coming to kiss him with a full smile riding on her dimples. “Let’s go get ice cream then,” she says as she leaps off the bed and pulls on his polo. She is out of the door and running down the steps. He follows her his heart in his eyes and then falls short in the front doorway as he realizes they are both barefoot, his d*i*ck rock hard, and SHE is wearing his shirt. Anything to please her. He blushes. She beckons from the driveway her petite frame struggling to climb into his monster vehicle. The side step was a little high for her and he could totally see her panties as she struggled to get her large breasts up. She looked like a really erotic child-woman with her hair flying in the breeze. He rushed out to help her and they tumbled into the front seat. The look deepened between them as his hands found the waist band of her panties and slowly worked them down her hips. Her naked a*ss* sliding across soft butter leather. He was standing partially out of the cab. He was laying partially on her in the cab. Her fingers, soft and delicate, worked his jeans and boxers down. His hard, engorged member, found her soft, secret folds moist and downy between her silken thighs. Her softness surrounded his hard c*o*ck as he moved inside her. She sighed against his neck and rubbed her cheek against his. They began to move together an excited f*u*c*k*ing that made her sing out to him her pleasure. “Oh sh*i*t Daddy! Oh my!” she clutched at him rasping her fingers along his spine. They drank in their mutual pleasure of each other as he came inside her sugar walls. Sweat ran down their bodies as the warm humidity hit their skin and slid off his thighs. His mouth found her nipples through the wife beater and polo and tugged. She screamed out in orgasmic delight. He worked his hips caressing her tender parts with his hard c*o*ck*. His d*i*ck felt her silken fluids as he entered her body with firm strokes and her legs wrapped around his back. Her body rocked to meet him time and again as she crooned into his neck her orgasm. Her nails gently rasped his buttocks as she came on top of his hard d*i*ck. He was still hard. She giggled and rocked her pelvis. “You’re still hard.” “Yeah. You make it that way.” Her beautiful mouth, with swollen lips, took his bare nipples in her mouth and sucked. He felt electricity flow thru him. She scooted back to lay fully on the leather seat and spread her legs. He could see their lovemaking glisten in her as she caressed herself with her fingers. “Come to me again Papi. Otro vez. Mi corazon,” she beckoned him. He slid himself over her and plunged his hard c*o*ck into the sweet wetness that was his woman. The feelings were more intense for him now. He stroked strongly as she moaned and put her hands on his brow and stroked him soflty. “I love you. I love you so,” she sighed as she watched him come into her. She watched as he melted into her body. They fell into spent giggles and he climbed into the cab and over her. She put her hand in his and said, “Come on you sex**y, naked man. Buy my ice cream.” They listened to Lil Rob I like the way you love me holding hands. “Baby, you know you are beautiful. Right. Baby, you are the only woman that I want. Mi Linda Mujer como la cancion,” he kissed into her hair as they drove. He noted that she never answered his question about being sad. He watched her as they drove and only knew how to give her what she desired verbally. For their hearts desires he prayed they had more time to learn each other. And so that is how he came to the Dairy Queen with out his shirt. His Te Quiero Baby could get him to do anything. *************THE GIRL WHO WRITES STORIES
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Wed, 20 May 2009 18:19:24 GMT
“Have I told you about kokigami, my love?” She smiled against his neck as the large sponge made soothing circles on his wet body. “Japanese something right?” “Yes,” she kissed the word against his neck, continuing to relax his body with her hands and the sponge. The hot scented water began to curl her newly flat-ironed hair. He stretched his massive frame in the water (glad again that she had insisted on the custom built bath), the water covered him up to his neck. He wondered again how she could bathe her 5’5’ frame without drowning. “Come with me and be my love, and we shall some new pleasures prove,” her tender cultured voice beckoned him to leave the haven of the water. When he turned his head and opened his eyes his lassitude evaporated. She had worn a white silk kimono to bathe him, her nubile brown body strained against the damp clothe, her large rosy brown nipples showed clearly through the muted butterfly pattern. Her plump mons enticed him. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the breadth of his form, the water streamed down from his massive shoulders and a soft sigh of need escaped her lips. As always, she dried him with the soft towel that was larger than she, and then anointed him with fragrant sweet oil (warmed in her hands). He lay back amongst the pillows, this is how kings should live. He began to drift into sleep, when a cool rustle against his manhood startled him. “What are you doing,” his voice was rough velvet. “Lay back ikemen, I am teaching you kokigami.” Her hands continued to tickle and tantalize him, the whisper of soft silk, the tickle of textured cotton, the sensations swirled through his body, and when he thought he would not be able to restrain himself, she announced herself to be done. “Ta-dah! Look ,” her voice was honeyed warmth, enthusiasm and lust coloring her tones. She held up her silver-backed hand mirror so that he could admire her handiwork. An elaborate bow (about 2 ft in diameter) flowered from where his manhood should be visible. He laughed and reached for the mass of frills. “Mine,” she said possessively, swatting his hand away. Then she told him the history of the art, showed him some of the books from their collection. All the while her soft brown hands toyed with his c*o*ck and b@l*ls. Building his desire and her own. At last, she drew away the last ribbon and slowly eased his girth into the heat of her yearning. “So that you don’t forget, you are my gift,” she breathed the words wetly into his mouth as their tongues began to taste caress., -GeishaBunny
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Fri, 15 May 2009 20:29:37 GMT
***This is a new story for everyone. ********************* ONE THOUSAND NIGHTS ***************** May God Bless Us all with many many ONE THOUSAND NIGHTS******************* The GIRL WHO WRITES STORIES *************************, Brisk wind screamed across the black top bringing the clang of metal to strike her spines nerve endings. A devils serenade to her minds wanderings. The swing has made her butt numb yet she continued the back and forth motion. The book One on One by Tabitha King hung open on her knees. How could this book move her more than the entire Stephanie Meyers saga? Yet there it was in black in white. Real love is there for you even when you aren’t there for yourself. She glanced up, noting that the elderly Asian woman was still knitting on the park bench. She got up from the swing to head home. Dinner was waiting to be cooked and she would never leave her sister to cook after a long hard day at the office. As she walked by the Asian woman she heard a “Shh-shh” sound and picked up her pace. Then she felt a sharp prick as the Asian woman threw her knitting needle at her leg. Startled by the stinging of the assault she jumped. “Oh my, oh good Missy-san please hand me back my needle,” the elderly woman requested, “I do apologize for this little accident. Are you ok?” The younger woman bends down, copper brown hair swirling in the wind, retrieving the knitting needle while squashing feelings of unease at approaching the strange woman. She hands the assault weapon to the woman with every intention of running. The elderly woman grabs her wrist with surprising firmness, pulling her down on the bench. “Sit, sit. I have lovely things. You partake with me?” the woman’s breath smells of sweet spearmint and she is waving a stick of gum at the girl. Seeing that the copper haired beauty is not being swayed by Wrigley’s she goes into her knitting bag and pulls out Hershey’s kisses. The girl declines politely. “Very well. You got boyfriend?” asks the gum bearer to the shock of her young companion. “I mean no disrespect Ma’am,” she starts but is promptly interrupted by a firm slap on the thigh. “Sh-sshh you listen hear to me Missy-san,” the now elderly woman directs her, “I will tell you how to please a man very good. You listen listen me.” The young girl blushes so hard but feels the need not to be disrespectful even though this is a stranger. One who has assaulted her no less. “I see you reading those books everyday. You need to know one thing about the man-woman relationship. Tension. A man has built-up tension. A woman has built tension. It takes one thousand days to get the tension –OUT,” the sage woman says while throwing her thumb about like an umpire, “You break this, miss one day of couplings and you have to start over. Men try to get this done but woman often very resistant. Man will have the good sex everyday but woman will whine. I say this to you; you not have your best orgasm until you have sex everyday. Tension,” she emphasizes this by sticking another stick of gum in her mouth. The young woman blanches and then her face reddens with a deep blush. “Ma’am that would be sex everyday for almost 3 years. How is that possible,” she is so embarrassed by this strangers candidness. “You make it possible. Honey, you know tension is not healthy for you. You overlook some things. You open your mind. Or just realize you have to start all over. Some women never have the real orgasm always starting over. Making sex for only special occasion. Huh! Or different man. You have to have same man, same woman, one thousand nights before you are warmed up!” The older woman moves her shoulders in an aggressive up and down motion like a Jane Fonda exercise. The young woman took a Hershey’s kiss from the sage assaulter’s hand, unwrapping it in her cold fingers. “But I can have an orgasm by myself just squeezing my thighs together,” says the girl and then slaps a hand over her mouth at the admission. The elderly woman laughs and slaps her thigh again, “No Missy-san, that is just a release of tension. Believe me when the woman gets close to her one thousandth night she starts to glow and she will do anything for her man. You may have seen one. Like that Eddie Murphy joke where he f*u*c*k*ie the other woman in his wife bed. The only thing he has to do is speak in a deep voice. She forgive him.” “You listen to Eddie Murphy comedy,” the young girl laughs in delight. “Now you listen to me Honey. I see you are a very good girl. Not enough good girls to be happy in this life. So I tell you this one so you are not ashamed of making love to your husband. You see Missy-san. Now you get home now, it’s cold.” She pushes the girl on the rump and then hands her the book. “This is very good book. I like this one. Hmmm, Mr. Big. Yeah? You lika basketball?” the elderly woman teases, “And I was hoping to introduce you to my cousin’s son. He so smart. But not if you like basketball,” the elderly woman laughs as the girl, mortified by the sexual knowing tone in her voice, waves quickly good-bye. “My cousin’s son knows how to make a computer graphic of that Al Horford but he can’t fit into his uniform!” the elderly woman guffaws as she watches the girls retreating figure. Now we know why you shouldn’t talk to strangers!
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Tue, 12 May 2009 23:42:36 GMT
She is lovely to see, you know this from the desire in the eyes of the men an women around her. But she only has eyes for him, Alfred. She watches the people swirling around him, barely tasting the melting ice-cream cone, the girl has waited months for this moment. To be face to face with him, to ask the question. Is it true? Does he disdain those of her complexion? She won't say it like that...but it will be in his eyes. If he doesn't see her, if she cannot feel a recognition of her worth in his tone, then she will know the truth. She inhales softly, steps forward when it is her turn. "Hello Al," she says sweetly. Her full lips curve into a tender smile. Her deep brown eyes look up into his face with hope and longing. Waiting., GeishaBunny
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Tue, 05 May 2009 18:14:37 GMT
Ohayo- GirlWhoWritesStories, time for something good from you. I really like the binding of hands...., GeishaBunny
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Sun, 03 May 2009 20:25:56 GMT
Robyn Lashaun Jones, North Carolina
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Fri, 24 Apr 2009 18:10:39 GMT
She lay curled up on the back seat of the town car, waiting. She’d left the Range at home, he would have insisted on driving them home and she didn’t want him to drive after the long flight. Her mind must have drifted because she hadn’t heard the plan touch down. The door opened and cool autumn air swirled in his scent. Like a storm obscured sun, his missing smile chilled her. It had been tough on the road; 2W-3L. His hooded eyes were dark with disappointment; champions can never stomach defeat. She held out her arms to him. “Welcome home Daddy.” He pulled her across the cushioned leather and onto his lap. “Paloma…” his words drowned in his misery. He knew that she adored winners, remembered the depth of her arousal after victories (the frenzied love-making in the arena’s garage). Not that he’s never lost before, but this first road stand of the season seemed portentous. She took his face into her soft hands, pressed her full lush mouth against his. The gesture was more caress than kiss. “Win or lose, Quisqueya. Win or lose, so long as you belong to me.” Her silky brown thighs whispered apart as she straddled him. Beneath the pashmina wrap she wore only a Versace corset. He felt the heat of her womanhood, the slick moisture contrasting with the cool powdered softness of her fingers. She wrapped her hand around his manhood and guided him inside of her. A soft gasp escaped her, always after an absence his hugeness was a surprise. He sank deeply into the voluptuousness of her caress, his body responding to the lush tightness within her. Their heartbeats quickened, his mind and soul assuaged. , -hope you like this too. GeishaBunny
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