Fantasy

The bright light that shines from behind it turned off and turned off like the door of the closed piping room, and for a moment they stood where they were, seeing what was before them more clearly now. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor in front of them. There was a dark but definitive light that shines, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by suspended forms, as if horizontal candles had been placed there that had softened as burnt and rusty, stretching their wicks and now hardened in permanent curves downwards.

Sara was really looking forward to visiting her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him for almost two years and she really missed him. Although he was nine years older than his 18, they had always been close when she grew up before leaving the house, never returning from the university, having met and married Veronica and started her own life. Life at home with her parents became more difficult for her last year as she felt bigger than they were willing to admit it. She had taken the car they bought for her, that she was not supposed to drive without an authorized adult driver with her, but she felt quite certain that they would not call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she would have no problem. She knew that the note she left would make them crazy, but hopefully they would understand and that the summer break would be good for all.

It was the summer of 1997. I had just finished my year of high school when the Amber family moved into the house next door. The development of the housing we lived was all new and our family had settled in our home the previous month. Like most new housing developments, it was located on the outskirts of the city. I had a bus job at a steakhouse and my parents bought me an old car at low prices so I could move. My mother was able to get a good job as a director after I started at high school and was old enough to handle me.

“Honey, you don’t really think so, do you?” Connie wasted after hearing what he wanted her to do.

“Yes, honey, I really do. You said you asked yourself what it would be, okay, I want you to know it.” He told her to look in her eyes.

She couldn’t believe it. She only mentioned it a few times, fantasizing with him and now he told him that he wanted her to do it so that she knew and didn’t wonder. Should she? She wasn’t so sure. What would he feel and do if she did it while he looked. It was one of the demands that he could monitor her.

I was in N.Y. by visiting a friend who lives in a large building in the center of the city. I arrived at noon for lunch and spent all day talking about old times. I watched my watch and saw it was almost midnight! I can’t believe that time is fast! We said goodbye and I left.

When I arrived at the elevator, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there was not much light in the corridors. As I pushed the button for the elevator, I saw a group of men standing in the hall saying their goodbye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they laughed all and spoke. They left to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, “Hi.” Of course, being the friendly person I was, I said, “Hi” back. We were waiting for the elevator to come. I heard the movement behind me but I pretended to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach around me and stop the elevator and look in their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was so excited! The oldest of men seemed to be in charge.

As is my custom, I was walking late along the hiking / mountain biking trails. The temperature of mid-January at 10:00 was 35 degrees F so I wore my warm clothes and polar hood. I walked for about 30 minutes when I spent a small parking lot; one of the many scattered paths. The road to the lot was making a turn and bringing a street to a block. During the day there were usually several hikers, runners, joggers, skaters, etc. who often used the trail. The last time I saw a vehicle at the end of the night, it was two years ago. As I approached the lot a truck passed on the nearby highway. It is a badly aligned lighthouse that swept the beam over the parking lot that made a silhouette appear on the windows of a mini-van parked in an isolated section of the lot. I have a glimpse of a pretty ass in the air and a hard dick underneath. I knew someone was getting fucked in the back of that minivan.

I asked the woman to attend the prison. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with polished manicure nails in red. Good pay. Room and tray included. Benefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The announcement in the newspaper seemed that it might be in his alley. She wonders why they stressed their hands. A little strange, she thought. Tammy is a 16-year-old high school. She is an attractive, short 5'7", 110lbs, black hair, and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the work, cleaning and dishes. Tammy’s hands match the requirements except for one thing. She didn’t wear a varnish.

The good thing about hindsight is how clear it is. The wrong thing is you don’t have to go back doing things differently. Now that I graduated from college, I had time to think about the things of my year and one thing in particular that I could do differently.

I wasn’t your student. When I graduated from high school, I decided not to go to college right away. Instead, I joined the army. My parents were not satisfied with this decision and announced that if I had decided to go to college, I should pay myself. The G.I. bill would take care of it once it came out of the army. But the whole question of money became awkward when a plane crash took my parents away a few months before I was released at the end of my second enrolment.

I spent a lot of time when I was taking the shower. I know my mom and sister knew what I was doing in there, but nobody ever told me. I was a great boy well built with a high sex drive at a very early age and an 8" dick I played with 5-6 times a day. My mother, younger sister (14 more months) & I all lived in a small house in the mountains of Santa Monica. Dad left us right after Jan was born. My mother was only 15 when she had me and never really was a parent in our lives. Mom was in nature and the clothes were not needed at home when we were the only ones there.

Jim couldn’t believe what his wife said, Jenny. How could she say that? How could she want to do something like she said she wanted them to do. For three years they’ve been married, he thought their love life had been great. Now her loving wife told her she wanted them to change.

She came to bed a week ago and after a short period of love, she told her that she thought their sex life was becoming routine and boring.