Alana’s Dilemma
August 26th, 2008Alana's hands skimmed over her smooth skin, following the gentle curves and contours of her body. She shivered as she touched her inner thighs, moving them apart under the covers, then sliding one hand up to her shaven pussy. As she began stroking her clit, feeling the sensation of pleasure, she thought, 'Damn, I wasn't going to do this'. Rick, her husband, had left for work and she was alone, to entice herself with vivid sexual fantasies. Not that the sex life she shared with Rick was in any way boring, quite the contrary, they had a great sex life. But Alana had always secretly wanted a female lover, a desire she repressed, restricting it to sessions of solo masturbation.
She loved the feeling of stroking her clit, especially since she started shaving the area which she found heightened the sensation. Oral sex had never been better, Rick had always been attentive and patient, but it now seemed easier for his tongue to find all the right places. Alana's mind wandered, blurring reality into fantasy, where her deepest desire could be fulfilled.
Alana moaned softly as she felt the warmth of a woman's soft tongue lave over her clit. Her dream lover knew the right pressure, the right intensity. She shook her head, giving in to that feeling, so wonderful, being driven by the attention of her skillful companion. Lifting her head slightly she saw piercing eyes staring at her, the long slender tongue probing and flicking relentlessly. She arched her back and cried out as an intense climax engulfed her. Her pussy contracted, one massive spasm, driving a stream of hot juices onto the sheets beneath her. She withdrew her hand, her clit becoming too sensitive to the stimulation.
As her eyes began to focus, her level of consciousness returning, Alana lay motionless, the quiet and stillness of the spring morning only then apparent to her. 'Would she ever act upon her fantasy if given a chance?' She dismissed the thought, yet smiled as she pulled the covers over her and drifted off to sleep.
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Day in the parkJuly 29th, 2008Yes, it was beautiful. Spectacular, really. Beth and I had stopped at a roadside park to have a look. It was mountainous country and the park was basically a lookout, with a sidewalk and a stone fence serving as a railing. It was sunny and there was just a little bit of mist, some of it below us. The whole valley was a checkerboard of farms, wooded areas and a couple of church steeples indicating towns hidden among the trees. It was morning– about 9AM–and we had the park to ourselves. There was a paved path going in one direction, following the ledge, and we decided to follow it and see where it went. Well, I always like any kind of exploring, and Beth went along with it. After about 75 feet, it led to another lookout point, complete with paved area and stone fence. We could barely see the other area and couldn’t see our car any more. The place remained deserted and very quiet–we would hear a car long before it reached the parking lot. I commented to Beth how great it was. She agreed, but I knew she wasn’t as intrigued by the opportunity to look at a whole valley from above as I was. She mentioned how deserted the place was. I was still looking out over the valley and she came up behind me. She hugged me around the middle of my body, pressing her body against mine. I was standing about a foot from the railing, leaning on it just a little with my hands. She just stood there, hugging me. I felt the side of her head against my back. The DipAugust 8th, 2007 I guess something made me really look at her, that morning. Cynthia, my new sister-in-law, my husband Greg’s sister. She was staying with us, visiting, for the first time since Greg and I were married, and Greg was off at work and Cynthia had just come down for breakfast. I looked at her, and realized I hadn’t really payed much attention, but that she reminded me of Greg in a lot of ways. They had the same eyes, and though her hair was lighter, their faces were similar, and even their build: both were about 5′8″ and rather slender. And they had some of the same personality quirks, and there was something the similar about the way they spoke. The BeachAugust 7th, 2007She was waiting with a radiant smile and a hopeful heart, and he greeted her with a sensual kiss as she slid across the seat next to him. The older model sedan, with its finely tuned engine purred through the gentle curves of the coastal highway, transporting them from the lunacy of the city into a world of peace. Rick was a gentle man, bound by traditions and self-imposed disciplines; he would not settle for failure, nor tolerate resignation. Focused yet reasonable, he was swiftly promoted to a management position, and quickly won the support of his peers and subordinates alike with his impartial leadership. Rhonda, on the other hand, was a struggling artist; brilliant yet indecisive. She had completed her studies at one of the finest institutes, and could create acrylics of show quality. But she was unable to effectively control her impulsiveness and was often unable to complete even the simplest artistic designs. She deeply respected her companion, and the quiet decisive manner in which he acted. On the other hand, he deeply treasured the impulsive nature of her personality, gifted with the ability to transform his seriousness into laughter. They were a study in contrasts, bound by devotion and dependence, growing ever closer to a lifetime commitment. Four BallAugust 3rd, 2007 Hailing Frequencies OpenAugust 3rd, 2007 James Kirk was dead. |