50 shades of grey
Metaverseguy: Some woman took the plot in the novel and agreed to be some guy's sex slave in marriage in Italy.
XOSWEETPINKRAPTUREXO: lol fruitbat ^_^ I have a few pgs left to read.My mother has the second and third volume which i plan on reading next=)
Fruitbat1919: Soft porn for a female psyche....I should write some more naughty stories....just goes to prove that it is not what you do that counts....it's how you make them think! Turn on a woman's mind and her body will follow!
Fruitbat1919: Jo stroked down the broad main of Champion with long firm strokes. Dressed in tight riding britches and tightly buttoned blouse, Jo’s mind wondered onto more sensual moments. The Gods seemed to be answering her thoughts as a crack of thunder roared in the distance. Jo quivered slightly and didn’t even notice that her hand that was not holding the grooming brush was now resting lightly on her thigh.
As the storm grew closer, Jo could not keep her mind on the job of grooming and decided it would be exciting to go and watch the storm close in from up in the barn loft. Climbing up the loft ladder, Jo could feel her tight riding britches brush against her best panties. Feeling the tenseness in the air, each rung brought another quiver as she could feel her bulb swelling, pushing her labia slightly apart. Jo cautioned each step with deliberate motion, waiting for the next crack of thunder to enhance the sensation.
Crawling on all fours onto the gantry, Jo without recollection or thought, slowly peeled off her tight britches. She froze for a second, inhaling a deep breath and listened. Instead of the thunder she expected, Jo could have sworn she heard something moving on the gantry over the other side of the barn. She waited for what seemed like an age, until a glorious roll of thunder sparked her body back to life and her desires were once more dominant in her mind.
Kneeling facing the open bale hole, Jo quivered with intensity as the cool night air caressed her thighs, wafting gently, seductively up and around her waist. Jo felt the light spray of the first drops of rain hit her neck and trickle down towards the top of her blouse. She could feel her body warming as the coolness of the wet air tasted her dimpled flesh.
Jo was feeling a dangerous foreboding, a sense of not being alone, but her passion and feeling one with the storm made her feel powerful. Jo slowly and deliberately started to unbutton her blouse and cast it into the wind, watching it float then fall out of the bale hole and towards the ground. The feeling was one of total release, knelt there naked bar her delicately embroidered panties, feeling the cool drops of rain trickle down the top of her breasts and hanging on her nipples as if time had stopped.
Jo slowly slid her one hand down each of her wet sides until she met her knees and then breathed in and pressed her chest forward as she seduced her own thighs, moving slowly upwards. Her knees wide apart, Jo had achieved symbiosis with the storm and did not flinch or turn her head, as another pair of hands caressed onto her belly and the first touch of hot male breath warmed the sweet spot on the back of her neck.....
To be continued.....
Fruitbat1919: The last temptation of a night worker
Billy was not overly fond of working nights. To be perfectly honest, Billy was not overly fond of working full stop! Working alone had its delights though and the cherry on top was soon to come walking into Billy’s sad excuse for an existence.
The night was like any other for Billy, he craved routine and routine never abandoned him to the rigors of uncertainty. The ‘Old Griffin’ as the mill was known by the locals, lended the town an air of embedded, oil tainted bromadrosis. Not from the southerly winds blowing the stench into town, but the day workers walking their sweating oil stained boots down main street and into the nearest public house...’the Gator and Duck’.
“For fuuuucks sake” Billy mumbled under his breath as he struggled with the old rusty lock to the supply cabinet. “I donna gets paid enough for this shitte job maa-ne”. Billy counted in the back of his mind how many times he had cleaned ‘Big Teeth’, the oversized industrial ‘mincer’ as he liked to call it. Suddenly, Billy froze. The sound of laughter drifted down the hall towards him and for a second terror tracked him down, blood draining from his knurled hands, gripping the cleaning shaft. “Damn fuuuuuckin kids” Billy shouted as his fear subsided, replaced be anger and a swinging cleaning mop.
Billy’s pace quickened as he neared the loading ramp to ‘Big Teeth’. Then for the second time tonight Billy froze. Fear was not questing Billy this time. A bright red object had caught his eye. An object that had no more reason to be in a mill then Mother Teresa had to be in a brothel! Picking up the lacy ladies undergarment gingerly between two fingers, as if an adder that may strike him at a moments notice; Billy lifted his red face towards the words.....
“Billy I am naked, could you bring them to me?” The softness of her voice was only tainted by the slight underlying tease. Without knowing exactly why, this disturbed Billy, who smelt a rat bigger than the ‘furry cats’ that normally kept him company in the ‘ol’ Griff’ on his lonely nights. That’s when a plan flashed into Billy’s mind. He may not be the sharpest tac in the box, but he was going to outsmart these kids for trying to ride his back while at work!
As quiet as his over sized ‘clompers’ would allow him, Billy moved towards the rear climbing ladder and steadily rose towards the cleaning gantry, the other side of the ‘gapping jaw’. Billy grinned his normal sheepish, toothless grin as he pictured in his brandy fuelled mind the frightened faces of those kids as he switched on the power switch of those grinding jaws.
Once at the top, Billy quickly flicked the switch and then rose from behind the power box to witness the frightened faces of his persecutors. At first sight, Billy was confused and delighted as he saw Emma, one of the lap dancers from the ‘Gator’. Emma was indeed topless. Then in what seemed like a slow motion comedy, Billy heard a large shout....“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILLY” came the cry from blurred faces as Billy stepped back in shock, losing his footing on a patch of oil he was meant to have cleaned last week!
The last think Billy saw was the shocked faces of his co-workers, as he plunged head first into the grinding jaws of ‘Big Teeth’. The last thing he thought was...”I Canna believe I have Emma’s bra in my hand”.
XOSWEETPINKRAPTUREXO: Yeah, my mother was hooked on the first novel.So, naturally, i was intrigued to know what all the hype was about heh now's she is reading book num2 and can't seem to get into it
tkathyjdl: my sister read the first one gave to me and got me hocked than took so long reading number 2 i had to borrow 2 and 3 from someone else and in the meantime a friend mailed me 2 and 3 lol so i will reread i guess sometime