Hidden messages

So, I thought of an idea for the hidden message writing, and wonder, can you find it? (It is not that difficult=P)


Four boys surround me
Undo my zipper
Cup my breasts
Kissing me everywhere

My pussy exposed
Eaten out

Now they penetrate me
Orgasm hitting again and again
Within me, full of cum

A night with an (e)mail man, bedroom delivery (Fantasy Request) - The original

So, here was the original second, written by one of my readers. You can find my adaption here. Like the first, this will give you a feeling of what was written to me, and how I adapted it.

Here was the second story written to me:


I let you calm down for a minute; you lick your lips, making them shiny, sexier if possible. I pull you forward and kiss you hard, my tongue thrusting deep into your willing mouth. I hold your head in my hands pulling your mouth to my mouth; our kiss lasts a long time your passion and my passion mixing. Our mouths part we are both breathless.

Quickly I stand up pulling you with me; as you rise I bend slightly and pick you up over my shoulder and carry you down the hall. Suddenly, without warning I toss you onto my bed. Quickly I move around the bed. First I untie your left hand and secure it to the head board out wide from your side. Moving down the bed I do the same to your left leg securing to the post at the corner. Then your right leg and right arm.

You are helpless now, tied and at my mercy, my plaything.

You can hear my breathing as I look down at you, unaware of what I am doing, wondering what will be next.

I bend over and lightly kiss your nipple, suckling softly, then let it go.

A finger tip traces along your pussy lips just barely touching them, avoiding you as you move. It flicks butterfly soft over your clit then moves away.

I step away just looking at you, contemplating your beautiful body, spread before, your willing gift to me.

Something touches your face, light, fleeting almost not there. It moves along slowly tracing a line down your cheek then slowly across your lips, You move to get closer to it, it so soft so resilient. The feather traces across the cheek then down along your neck. Moving sideways I caress your armpit with it following a slow methodical down yor arm, looking for ticklish spots. At each ticklish spot I pause and use the feather making your giggle gasp and laugh; then I slowly move on tracing all over your body: the sexy valley between your lovely breast, easy circles around your breasts, spiraling inwards to your nipples, slowly down over your belly, slipping out to explore your sides back and forth along your ribs, slowly down one leg, dancing over the bottoms of your feet the just as slowly back u the other leg. I eventually reach your core, your pussy. You are stunning, turned on, lips glistening in the light drops of your sweet nectar caressing them. With one hand my fingers gently open you, I spread you open, then move softly up exposing your hardened clit. Seeing it peak out I use the feather on it, flicking it back and forth, tantalizing you, there but almost not there.

I stop with out warning. You can hear me move away down the hall. I come back in a moment; you can feel me sit on the edge of the bed. "Are you thirsty sweetness?" I ask? You nod your head. Something is against your lip, it is cold and wet and slippery.

I rub an ice cube across your lips, letting you suck on it enjoying the warmth of your lips and mouth against the cold of the ice cube in my fingers. Holding the cube I let you slowly quench your thirst one cold drop at a time. When the cube is finally finished I take up another one and run it down your chin, y=to your neck, following the trail of the feather I move down between you breast chilly cold water leaving droplets on your sexy skin.

I circle in to your nipple watching them grow hard as the ice closes in, then harder still as I rub each. You moan as the cold sets into them, then moan again as I suck each into my mouth warming them.

I grab another cube, suddenly without I hold it against your warm pussy, I rub up and down, side to side; quickly melting the cube with your warmth. I grab another cube and slowly move it over your clit; you gasp, it was chilly before, your nerves are on fire, super sensitive, now it is cold!

Again the cube quickly melts, I bend over and suckle your clit, warming it as I did your nipples. You gasp and moan rising up against my face. I suck hard pulling on your clit, you scream out in surprise bucking hard against my face as I plunge an ice cube into you pussy. My mouth follows sucking hard at your lips, my tongue plunging in after the ice cube, holding tight to you.

I make passionate love to you with my mouth, driving you up, bringing you higher, and taking you to orgasm. As before I do not let up. I keep licking you, nibbling on your lips sliding my tongue in and out of your, sucking your clit, kissing it. I am at the foot of the bed my face between your legs, you tied and at my mercy. Just a short while ago I would not stop until you begged me; now you are being tormented again, I lick, suck and love your pussy with my mouth through many orgasms. This is your punishment, pleasure heaped upon pleasure because your are so sexy to me, because you gave yourself so willingly to me.

I stay between your legs until you can barely talk, words coming out of your mouth barely intelligible; I only stop when you are exhausted barely able to move anymore.

I untie your arms and legs and lay on the bed next to you holding me, letting you rest, my aching hard cock pressed into your back.

I whisper softly into your ear "My turn now?"

A night with an (e)mail man (Fantasy Request) - The original

So, I have received a new story for this, but I felt, to see my changes vs. the original, you might like to see the original that was sent to me. So, please see the original story written for me below, which became this story that I did from my viewpoint. I will also post the next two of the original ones, and then rewrite the third to my point of view.

Here is the one that was written by the original author so you can see how I changed:


Tonight is our first meeting, we have traded emails for awhile and finally decided to meet. We have a nice leisurely dinner at very pleasant restaurant and finish off a bottle of wine as we chat. We don't talk about anything in particular, just getting to know one another. We occasionally allude to something in an email, maybe a hard nipple, or a well-licked clit. We have a good time.

When dinner is over, I ask if you would like to come over for a nightcap. Smiling a devilish smile I add "and maybe something more?"

You pause and think then softly reply, "Yes, please both."

We get into my car, I reach across you my face directly next to yours, my eyes looking into yours, my breath caressing your cheek. After a moment, I pull your seat belt across and buckle it. Smiling again, I tell you "Safety first" as I open the glove compartment. I slowly pull out a silk scarf, folding it in half several times I make a blind fold; without asking I tie it over your eyes, knotting it behind your head, not so tight to be uncomfortable but enough so it will not slip off.

I pause looking at you, pleased to see you are breathing deeper than a minute ago, pleased also to see your delightful nipples poking out against your blouse.

Without speaking we drive the short distance to my house, you seem apprehensive, unsure; yet you are leaning slightly forward, anticipating what will happen.

I park my car, walk around to help you out. I press you back against the car leaning in close I kiss you softly, gently. One hand reaches up and caresses your breast palming your nipple so hard already, so eager. Moving a step away I ask "Ready?" Again you pause, then a soft nearly breathless reply "Yes."

I reach up and slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse. Top button first, then leaning in I smell your fragrance nuzzling against your neck. Then another button, and another and another. Soon your blouse is undone all the way down; my hands move to your shoulders and slowly push it back and off easing it down your arms. I can now tell why your nipples were so obvious, you chose not to wear a bra this evening, you expected this.

With you standing next to my car, cool night air on your body, I let you wonder, where am I, who can see me?

I lightly pinch both nipples, softly rolling them between my fingers. You moan softly enjoying the sensation. I flick your sexy little barbells telling you how much I love the way they glitter in the moonlight.

Taking your hand I lead you inside. You can tell I stop you in a room nothing more, there is carpet under your feet but you know nothing else. "Wait here," I tell you "don't move." I am gone a few minutes, when I return to your side I stand close to you and put another scarf in each hand. You can feel me know I am naked against you're my erection hot and needy pressing into your side. I tell you to hold the scarves and do as I tell you.

Your breathing is much deeper now, rapider; a light blush is spreading down from your face onto your neck and upper chest. Moving slowly around you, I let my fingers slowly wander over your body, softly around your waist, over hips, up along your spine, under your chin. Standing in front of you, I hold your hips as I knell in front of you.

I am close to you, close enough so you feel my breath hot against your skin. I tug gently on one foot telling you "Lift." When your foot comes off the floor I slip off your heel and lower your foot back down. Then do the same with the other shoe. I run my hands slowly softly up and down your calves, caressing you through your dark stockings. Reaching around behind you, I unzip your skirt, holding up not letting it drop I look up at your. I see what I hoped for; I can tell you are excited, you are biting your lower lip, your breath coming in deep gulps, your nipples are obviously hard.

I ease your skirt to the floor. I am greeted by a pure delight: your are wearing a sexy black garter belt and matching black silk panties. You can hear me moan in delight "Mmm nice." One by one I undo the garter tabs; then holding you close, my face pressed to your belly I gently ease the garter belt off you hips and down to the floor to join your skirt.

Still close to you, I reach behind you and grab one ass cheek in each hand squeezing them pulling you hard against me; this is the first sign of the urgency I am feeling. You can hear my breathing now, just as deep as your, also quickened by my urges.

I turn you in front of me, moving you skirt and garter out of the way as you move. Now behind you, I take one hand and move it to the opposite elbow; taking the scarf from that hand, I tie you, wrist to elbow. Taking the other hand I do the same to the other side, binding you making you helpless, my plaything for the evening.

I grab your panties at each hip and quickly tug them down to your knees. I lean forward and place a kiss at the base of your spine, then I kiss each cheek, and lightly bite each.

Once again I turn you slowly until you face. I stare for a moment, looking at your beautiful pussy; I can see drops of nectar on your lips. I whisper hoarsely "Beautiful," as I slide a finger along your lips, slowly up and down, parting them, seeing you open for me.

I slide my index finger into, your pussy wet slick eager opening for me. My finger slips out of you, you gasp as it pulls free. I slid my finger into my mouth tasting you for the first time, telling you "Pure heaven."

I put my hands on your hips and push you back wards, you take a half step then realize something is behind you, you tumble over backwards, squealing, you fall back onto my couch.

I am moving with you, keeping up with you. When you land I throw your legs wide and press my face to your pussy, my mouth opens and I suck hard at your clit, pulling it tugging it, biting it between my teeth, rubbing it around and around with my tongue. I slip two fingers into you, deep all the way in, I move them in and out urgent. Keeping my face to you pausing just long enough I tell you "cum baby, cum for me."

My fingers curl forward in you pressing up behind your clit, my mouth is busy sucking you, biting you, licking you, kissing you. I throw sensation after sensation at you, urgently I need you to cum, I need you to feel the rapture of orgasm for me. I do not let up I devour you, feasting on you, feeling your body grow tense, feeling you get more and more arouse. Suddenly it hits, the wave of pleasure breaks over you, electric warmth coursing through your body. I hold tight keeping my face to your sweet wet lovely pussy, drinking deep from you, loving this gift you have given me.

I let you slowly calm down but do not stop licking you. Now I am content, now you can cum slowly, have lingering, long orgasms one after the other. I stay where I am; kneeling between your legs, my mouth and tongue experiencing your wonderful center, learning what you like, learning what you love, giving you both. I keep at you, not stopping, slowing down every so often; but always starting back up. I keep pleasuring you until you are gasping, begging, pleading with me to stop

The night is still so young.

A withdrawal from the (sperm) bank (Cum bathtub fantasy)

So, those of you who know me from Tribe will probably recognize this one, but I wanted to repost it here for my other followers. It is sort of a spoof fantasy based on my bathtub full of cum fantasy. Sorry, since I have been feeling nauseous, I haven't really been in the mood for new fantasies, so maybe this one will help, even though it is a reprint.


Here to make a deposit?" the nurse asks sarcastically.


"No, a withdrawal. Give me all your sperm and no one gets hurt," comes my reply as I brandish a pistol at her.


You can see the look of fear pass over her face.


"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"


I look her over. "Because I want all of that in me. Now take me to your sperm."


She leads me to a pool, and my eyes light up. Here is an actual swimming pool, filled with sperm.


"It's all frozen. Warm it up."


She hesitates, looks like she wants to say something.


Instead of speaking, she goes over to a console, fiddling with some buttons. Soon, the room warms up, and I can see the pool liquefy again.


I begin to disrobe, and hear her squawk, as if she is about to burst from holding her opinion. I decide that she will join my fantasy.


"Take off your clothes" I say to her, brandishing the gun.


"What!? Never! What the hell are you doing?"


"We are going for a swim," I reply, grinning evilly.


"I will not do any such thing!"


"Is it worth your life?"


"Ok, ok, I am taking off my clothes!"


She proceeds to disrobe, pausing on her bra and panties until I wave my gun for her to get on with it.


She stands before me, nice firm breasts, slightly wide hips, but perfect for children. I wonder if she has any?


I push the gun against her, pushing her towards the sperm filled pool. She hesitates, eyeing it like some monster, waiting to eat her up.


Finally, I push her, and she falls into the pool, splashing.


I slip in next to her, enjoying the sticky feel of the sperm, clinging to my body. Letting out a shudder of anticipation, I slip in the rest of the way.

The Trucker (Dedication Fantasy)

*pop*

The car lurched forward a slight bit. Nervous, I checked my GPS. I was still in the middle of no where.

*pop*

Another lurch. Great, I thought, what is wrong with my car? I hope I can make it to the next town before anything happens.

*sputter*

Smoke started pouring out of the front of the car. Great, I thought, looking outside as the rain poured down. I pulled over to the side of the road, putting on my hazard lights. Turning off the car, I checked my phone. No signal. Could this night get any worse?

I sat in my car for a while, playing a little on my phone, hoping a car would pass, see my car sitting here. Time passed, dragging on.

Lights appeared through my back window, a truck coming.

Quickly, I opened the door, jumping out of my car, waving my arms around to try to get his attention, getting thoroughly soaked in the process.

The truck slowed down, then stopped, just a little past my car. I rushed over as he got out.

“Are you ok?” He almost shouted, trying to be heard over the rain. His eyes flickered down, then shot back up to meet my gaze. turning slightly red. Looking down, I discovered what he was looking at. My blouse was pretty much see through by this point. Bad day to go braless, I thought to myself. Could this day get any worse?

“My car broke down. It started making some popping noise, then suddenly smoke started coming from the front,” I shouted back. “Can you give me a ride?”

His gaze shifted, trying to look at anything but me. I must have looked quite a site, yet he still seemed to find the one glimpse of me enough to turn this big, strong man into a shy, small boy.

“Yeah. I could do that,” he said hesitantly. “Let me help you up, the cab is very high.”

Shy he was, I thought to myself. His speech came out almost as studders. I found it very adorable, especially coming from this big, strong man.

He went to the passengers side, stepping up on the truck to reach the door, and opened it. Getting back down, he helped me up, putting his hands around my waist and lifting me almost effortlessly. Once I was in and seated, he reached up, closing the door behind me, before coming around and getting in the drivers seat.

Once inside, I started shivering slightly. He glanced over, taking a peek downward at my see through blouse, my nipples, hard because of the cold, pushing against the fabric, straining against it. The blouse clung to me, forming against my body, the rainwater pressing it up against my skin. Where it touched the skin, you could see exactly what lay underneath. My slightly tanned skin, the darker areas of my areolas. I guess there wasn’t much to tantalize the imagination up top anyways.

My feelings were mixed. I didn’t ask for him to see me like this, but at the same time, was a little aroused, and especially grateful he did not stare at me. Just the right amount of shyness, and none of the lust I would have expected to see in another man’s eyes.

In the end, I settled on grateful, and just a little curious.

He spoke little on the drive, with me doing most of the talking. As my blouse started drying, he loosened up more. He was pleasant, but still did not speak much.

His answers to my questions were muted and subdued. He was married, with two kids. He owned his own truck, a couple in fact. I told him about my recent break-up, and he sympathised. It was a somewhat quiet, but not bad, journey. Riding in silence, I first noted the trucks vibration, humming through my body. I also noticed a sensation, creeping through me, as the vibrations slowly started turning me on. It had been a long time since I had been with someone.

We finally arrived at the nearest town. It was tiny, a motel, a gas station, a restaurant, a few houses, and the main street, which was the highway. Fortunately, the rain had stopped by the time we arrived, so I wasn’t worried about my blouse.

He hopped out and came around to my side, opening the door. He again lifted me by the waist, setting me down in the dirt on the side of the road. He let go, and to my surprise, my footing unsure, I fell, right against his chest.

His arms wrapped around me, instinctively stopping me from falling on the ground, and he held me there for a short time, looking into my eyes as I looked into his before remembering that we were strangers, me someone he was giving a ride to. He quickly backed up a half a step, arms unwound, hands on my shoulders to steady me while barely touching me. Now, I was more intrigued, and wondered what would have happened if I had kissed him, my rescuer.

We entered the diner.

“Well, I guess I can leave you here. I’ll grab a quick bite to eat, then head out,” he said to me in more words than I had heard from him yet.

“No, stay. Let me buy you dinner.” When he seemed to hesitate, I flashed a smile at him. “Please? At least let me do that much? Without you, I would still be out there, waiting in my car.”

He nodded.

The waitress seated us at a booth, handing us menus. We ordered our food, and sat there, me watching him, him trying to watch everything but me.

As we ate, I started noticing something. When I was not looking at him, he would watch me, but would avert his gaze each time I looked directly at him. Maybe my big trucker was interested, but too shy to try anything.

After a few minutes, he suddenly jumped slightly, his legs hitting the underside of the table. My foot had made contact with his leg, but had apparently startled him.

Putting on my best innocent face, I looked around.

“Waitress, can we get a dessert menu?”

The waitress brought it over and set it down.

I pushed it to his side, and had him look to see what was available. Standing up slightly in the booth, I leaned over the table, almost laying on it. His eyes started again when he cause a glimpse directly down my shirt, and went immediately to the menu. Still, they kept flicking to what I was displaying.

“I just can’t get them all from this angle,” I said as I shifted out of the booth, coming over to his side.

Sitting down next to him, I started looking over the desserts. When he would push the menu towards me, I firmly put it back in front of him with a light, “It is fine here, and you eat more than me. You pick first.” He even tried shifting over once, forcing me to move myself. Soon, I was snuggled against his arm, his face alarmed, a bit red, and I looked over the menu, breast pushed up against his arm.

“So, what do you want?” I asked.

He motioned to his choice, and I asked for the same.

“Two vanilla ice creams please,” I told the waitress.

By now, he no longer seemed alarmed, but instead wore a long suffering expression. Poking him, I asked, “What is with the face?”

“Nothing,” he chuckled.

Finally, he started opening up a little more, talking to me. He still said very few words, but at least it was an improvement over a nod or simple yes or no with the occasional sentence thrown in.

Eating our ice cream, I took large bites, putting the spoon in my mouth, taking a little off the top with my upper lip, leaving some behind on the spoon. Occasionally, I would lick the ice cream on my upper lip off, mouth slightly parted, tongue in a point, running it along the philtrum dimple then down along my teeth until I parted my lips.

I could see his occasionally glance over, watching out of the corner of his eye. I snuggled up closer to him. Then, something odd began happening. Instead of relaxing, he tightened up. His arms became tighter, the muscles bunching up. I put down the spoon, put my hand against him, lower it down his body. Tighter still.

Finally, I stood up, walked over to the other side, and sat back down, pushing the ice cream to the side.

Looking him in the eyes, I opened my mouth. “Please, stay with me tonight.” Barely a whisper.

Pure shock hit his face, eyes almost bulging.

Fumbling the words, almost stuttering them, he replied, “I told you I am married.”

I could feel my eyes tear up, beginning to mist over.

“I know. I am just so lonely. I just got through with a bad relationship. I just want someone decent, if just for a night.”

Now he met my eyes, a burning intensity in them, hidden by his shy demeanor. “I love my wife.”

“I know,” I whispered, feeling horrible for trying to seduce him. “Please,” I almost begged him. “I just need someone to hold, to forget, if just for a night. No strings. I don’t want a boyfriend. I don’t want a husband. I just need some company. Just for a night, then we will never see each other again.” Tears occasionally fell, everything catching up with me. And here, before me, someone who seemed to be genuinely sweet and caring.

I could see the struggle within him. I could see that he was not someone to just hop into bed with someone. I wanted to hide in shame for even trying. I was not sure what changed his mind.

“There is a motel over there. Lets go get you a room,” he said in a gruff voice.

We walked over, the rain starting up again. I booked the room, and he lead me up to it.

“Goodnight,” he said once we reached the door.

It was too much. I collapsed, then and there, in a weeping pile, the events of the past month catching up to me as I looked into his eyes.

“Shh, it’s ok,” he told me, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me inside. He laid me down on the bed.

“Please.” I said, sobbing. “Please stay with me.”

He took me into his arms, holding me against him. Almost like a loved one, caring for those distraught.

Eventually, my nerves calmed, replaced by embarrassment again. Breaking down, crying, in front of this man who I didn’t even know.

“Sorry. I must look like a wreck. No wonder you would say no.” He took hold of my chin, turning me towards him. Mouth coming down on mine, light scruff scratching a little. We kissed, our mouths at first closed, then parting slightly. Finally, our tongues entwined. I lost track of time until his lips left mine.

Breathless, I leaned against his chest. “Are you sure?”

His answer was another kiss. Soft, passionate. I could see why his wife loved him. At this moment, I could forget that he had someone else to go home to.

Our arms wrapped around each other, as if clinging, as we kissed yet again, deeper, longer.

My hands started moving, unwrapping, tugging on his jacket, pulling it off him. Reaching around, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off him.

Leaving his lips, I looked up into his eyes. Afraid to ask, but afraid of how I would feel if I didn’t, I asked one more time, “Are you sure?”

For answer, he grabbed the bottom of my blouse, pulling it up, over my head. Dropping it beside the bed, before kissing me again, breasts pushed up against his massive chest.

I jumped off the bed, pulling him with me, undoing his belt as fast as I could, not wanting to stop, wanting to be with him. I pulled off his pants, pulled down his underwear, pleased to see I excited him, before undoing my own shorts, pulling them down, panties with them.

I stood before him, naked, breathing heavily, as his gaze wandered over my naked body. His hands cupped my waist, first kissing my belly, then pulling me towards him, as I pushed on his chest, toppling him onto the bed. We landed on the bed, me on top of him, my head moving down for another kiss. As we kissed, I shifted to the side, moving my hand down to his penis, slowly stroking it.

I kissed him, lips moving down his body quickly, before finding his penis. My lips encircled it, taking it into my mouth. Moving my head up and down, running my tongue along it as I swallowed him, I could hear his breathing speed up. Working his penis in my mouth, his breath excited me, pushed me to move faster, to work it more. Finally, I was rewarded with a mouth full of cum.

Swallowing, I looked in his eyes, giving him my best evil grin, as I crawled back up the bed, over top of him, watching his eyes as I came closer and closer, until our lips once again met.

He held me as we kissed, and I moved his hand to my breast, squeezing it slightly so he would know what I wanted. He worked my breasts, squeezing them, sometimes to the point of pain, but releasing right before.

His penis stiffened up again, ready for more.

Shifting my hips down, I straddled him, hips hovering above as I guided his penis to my pussy, rubbing it along the lips. Once it was wet enough, I slipped it inside, slowly, down, a little deeper, up, down, deeper still, up. I kept working until it was all the way inside me, then paused, luxuriating in the feel of him.

Squeezing my legs together slightly, I lifted myself off him, then dropped down, back up, down again. My hand moved to my clit, and I rubbed as I rode him, slowly up and down. Legs tiring, I changed my movements, shifting back and forth, as my fingers worked my clit. Moving faster, pushing against it, riding him faster, harder. My hips shifted more, faster, almost losing his penis, my fingers moving back and forth, pushing my clit against my pubic bone, working it harder, harder. His breath came in deep pulls, my breath shallow counterpoint, faster, in rhythm to my moving hips, my moving fingers, more, faster, harder, more. I climaxed.

I lay down on top of him, panting, shaking, my body overwhelmed by the feelings tingling through it. As my breathing settled down, and I regained control of my senses.

We cuddled up until I finally fell asleep. By morning, my trucker was gone, and I was left with a wonderful memory.