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Silky’s Erotic Pen

A sensual journey through my erotic thoughts and fantasies

Stripper Fantasy

Posted by Silky on April 21st, 2012

This is a rewrite that was originally written by Carlie, my sole mate, a couple years ago and I added in a few other special flavors to it to make it a little more spicier. hehe We have been writing more stories together lately and it’s been a wonderful experience.

This is a lesbian story, btw.
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Stripper Fantasy
By Carlie & Silky

I’d never been to a strip club before, not by myself anyway, Kristy thought to herself. I’d gone to a few with my guy friends while I was in college, just to hang out and have a few drinks with the boys, but never by myself. Let me tell you, I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even bi; at least not yet. I’m guess I’m sort of curious. The thought of fucking another woman turns me on. But I’ve never seen or met a woman who turns me on so I think I’m just not attracted to them. Besides that, I absolutely LOVE dick. The thought of a nice thick dick makes my mouth water. My fiancé dick is the right size, shape, and thickness and keeps me more than satisfied at home. Lastly, I’m not in college anymore; I’m a successful executive. So taking all this into account, I had to wonder what I was doing at BabyDolls by myself on a Saturday night.

Charles, my fiance’, had gone out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two days and my kitty was crying to be fed. I was at home smoking a little herb and trying to get some satisfaction from my favorite dildo, Junior, but it wasn’t working and the weed only made me hornier. I decided I needed to be entertained a little and somehow I ended up at this strip club. I walked in and looked around for a seat. I found a table next to the stage and ordered a vodka and cranberry. BabyDolls is what I call a slutty strip club. There are no G-string divas up in this spot. Ghetto rap music about hoes, pimpin, and ass is what blasts over the speakers and girls don’t do much more besides bending over and making their ass cheeks clap.

A half an hour and 5 drinks later, I was just convincing myself that chicks really didn’t turn me on when the DJ called Cinnamon to the stage. She was a beautiful, petite, caramel skinned girl with shoulder length hair that was pulled in a ponytail. She had on this black and white striped bra-top, matching boy shorts and, get this, matching socks paired with 8” black stiletto high heels! She just knew she was a heavenly sweet.

The DJ put on something totally different that got me going, “Techno Slut” by Imatran Voima and she started winding and shaking her ass. Watching her, I felt my pussy begin to tingle. I tried not to look at her but I couldn’t help it. Something about her was so sexy. A couple of guys walked up and threw some money on the stage for her to take the clothes off and as she bent down to get the money our eyes met. She winked at me and stared at me while she danced and took her clothes off. Now, every guy in there wasn’t just watching her, they were watching me too. She turned around, bent over right in front of me, grabbed her ankles and shook her ass. I could see her clit poking out between her shaved pussy lips. I’d felt my pussy get wet as soon as she bent over and seeing her clit I couldn’t help but lick my lips. She slid down to the floor and rolled over to face me. She stared right in my eyes and she spread her legs so I had a full view of her pussy. I felt another gush of moisture between my legs. I had to look away. I couldn’t have all those men see me staring so I looked down at my drink until the song ended and she was off stage.

Even after she was offstage I felt like every eye in the place was still on me. I called the waitress over and ordered another drink. I needed a shot of something strong to calm my nerves. As soon as the waitress left the table this short ugly motherfucker walked towards me.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“I just ordered one but thanks,” I said.

“So,” he started. “You like pussy huh? I’ve got my girl at home. We can do something.”

I looked that little bastard up and down and rolled my eyes.

“I’ll pass,” I said dryly.

I told myself that this next drink was my last because between the weed and the alcohol I was obviously not myself. My pussy was still throbbing and I couldn’t stop picturing Cinnamon’s body in my mind. I was staring at the table when I heard the waitress say, “Here’s your Tequila shot.” I looked up but instead of the waitress, it was Cinnamon.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s $3.25 right?”

“How about I get your drink, and you get a private dance,” she said to me.

She looked almost arrogant when she said it. Like she just knew that she’d turned me on. I had to set her straight.

“I don’t think so,” I responded. “I’m not into chicks.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed at me.

“If you’re not into chicks,” she said in my ear. “Then why are you here by yourself and why did I make your pussy wet?”

I couldn’t say anything. It was true. My pussy was soaking wet and my clit was throbbing.

“You know you came here wanting something,” she said. “Why don’t you come to the back and let me give it to you.”

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Kissing Wallpapers

Posted by Silky on April 12th, 2012

There is nothing I like better than seeing too hot and sexy girls kissing. Some tongue play and lips locked together in a heat of passion, that is what I like the most. They get my juices flowing.

The first one I had Malena and Elle’s hair changed to what I like most, a pinkish/purplish hair color. That too turns me on. These were all made for me at my specifics. Nothing too wild, just babes doing what I like best.
All 4 are 2134×1200.

Thanks for the walls PZ.

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Lynn’s Neighbor - Part 1

Posted by Silky on April 12th, 2012

This story came to mind when I was visiting a friend of mine and this cute babysitter she hired came walking in the door while I was their. To imagine the thoughts going through my mind, oh wow, I wanted her too.

I’m going to make this into a small series. Maybe have a couple more parts and go from there. This is the only part written so far.

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Lynn’s Neighbor
By Silky

I can’t wait to see you tonight Lynn,” my girlfriend Gina said to me over the phone.

“Me too,” I sighed. I had been pressing my pussy against the kitchen counter the whole time that she had been talking to me.

“Did you get a babysitter for Annie lined up?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “The girl across the street.”

“How old is she?” Gina giggled.

“She turned eighteen last month!” I said. “Besides, its so handy to have her so close and not to have to worry about using someone I don’t know.”

“Yeah… but is she cute?” Gina continued to kid me.

“She’s very pretty,” I said. At first I had been taken aback by Gina’s teasing, but as I answered, I suddenly had a vision of my short-haired butch girlfriend fucking the little college freshman girl next door with a strap-on. Just then there was a knock on the door and Becky entered the front door.

“Gina, she’s here. I gotta go,” I said as I quickly leaned away from the counter and straightened my dress.

“Okay, baby. I’ll see you when you get here. Love ya.”

“Okay see you, sweetie.” I said and hung up the phone. I was just turning to say hello to Becky when all at once she burst into tears. Surprised, I stopped in mid sentence and went over to hold the now sobbing teenager.

With my arm around her shoulder, I led Becky over to the large sofa and asked her what was wrong. “Everything,” she cried, “My boyfriend wants to dump me because I won’t let him—you know, let him…..”

“You mean go all the way,” I asked, still kind of thinking about what I had pictured Gina doing to her.

Becky only nodded and cried even harder. “Boys can be such pigs,” she said.

As I held Becky close, I could feel her cheek up against my chest. I was wearing a thin silk dress, and the feel of the her face against my firm breasts was starting to make my nipples hard.

Over the last two years Becky had blossomed into a very pretty young girl. She had piercing green eyes and dark hair that was usually in a simple pony tail. Although not entirely filled out, she had a lean and lanky frame with just enough curves to let you know she was definitely female. She had narrow hips and was a bit knock-kneed. An adult man could have palmed her round little butt in one hand. Her breasts could best be described as perky, and while they weren’t big, they looked just perfect on her youthful body.

Earlier that summer, while Becky was over using the pool, I had noticed that she looked wholesome yet very sexy in her tiny white bikini. I will never forget how the thin material of her suit clung to her body when she crawled out of the pool. The funny thing was that she had no idea of the affect she had on not only boys, but anyone who saw her dressed so skimpily. She had met Mick that day, and they had started dating.

I almost was pissed off as I realized how that little bastard must have hurt her. Now it was up to me to calm the girl down and maybe help her through her problem. After a few minutes Becky relaxed, and she started to tell me what had happened.

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Lusting For Sara

Posted by Silky on October 3rd, 2011

I have been super busy the last month which is why I haven’t been around here, or anywhere online really, but I did find a little bit of time to re-edit this one being I love it so much.
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Lusting For Sara
By Silky

It wasn’t easy being a horny little virgin in an all-girl high school. That was a confusing time for me. I was certainly boy crazy and had plenty of opportunities to explore the opposite sex, but I just didn’t want to waste my first time on anyone who wasn’t worthy.

I guess you could say I was a stuck-up little princess. I wasn’t about to let just anyone plunder my perfect body. And so my senior year rolled around and my cherry was still firmly intact. Which is not to say my high-school years were void of sex. There was never a shortage of young studs trying to get up my skirt, and while I enjoyed their attempts, none proved worthy of getting beyond third base. Perhaps it was their pathetic groping that pushed me closer to the fairer sex.

I spent four years immersed in feminine beauty. Everywhere I turned I was surrounded by snotty little rich girls in sexy uniforms. It’s no wonder my heterosexual fantasies were interrupted by dreams of girls kissing and licking each others naked pussies and breasts.

By my senior year, I was starting to worry about myself. I was becoming obsessed with my roommate, Sara, who seemed to be taunting me with her incredible body. Sara was probably the only other virgin in our class. Like me, she had plenty of suitors, but she was determined to hold out until she turned 18.

She was a few months younger than me, and I often wished I were a guy so I could nail her myself. She was so gorgeous — from her honey-blond hair to her long, slender legs. I wondered what she would think if she knew how I yearned to suck her pink nipples and lick her tight little ass.

I used to love watching her dress in the morning before class. She was always pushing the limits of our school uniform policy with her tiny kilts. Sometimes I swear she was torturing me — stretching out her sleek, tanned legs as she slowly pulled on her panties, or hiking up her skirt to adjust her stockings or tights, knowing my eyes were on her. One morning, she was ready to leave the dorm when she turned to me with a naughty grin, lifted her skirt and slipped off her thong, revealing the lacy tops of her stay-up stockings. She tossed the panties in my face then sauntered out of the room.

It was more than I could take. We had celebrated her birthday the night before and I knew she was eager to get laid. I had been up tossing and turning all night dreaming of her long legs wrapped around some lucky stud, pumping his hard dick in and out of her hot little cunt.

As soon as our door clicked shut, I raised the silk panties to my nose and inhaled her creamy scent — my own pussy throbbing with excitement. Any doubts I had about my sexuality vanished. My lust for Sara was unbearable. I rolled around on my bed, brushing her panties over every inch of my body. My nipples hardened as the silk glided over my breasts and began the descent, down my flat tummy, over my hip bones and finally, onto my downy little mound.

I imagined my hand was Sara’s bush, pressing through the fabric against my throbbing cunt. I imagined our legs entwined, school-girl skirts pushed up and our wet young pussies mashing together as we pumped our way to ecstasy.

The thought of our creamy twats kissing was too much. I pushed my panty-covered fingers into my slit and stroked my clit while my other hand pinched my hardened nipples. I admired my sweet, teenage thighs and painted toenails as my orgasm flooded over me.

“Ooooo, fuck me Sara!” I cooed as I rocked my hips, arching my back and digging her panties deeper between my lips. “Fuck me gently…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me harder! Make me cum Sara…make your roommate scream!”

My hips were bucking furiously as my pussy gushed sweet cream into Sara’s thong, and I rolled over onto my stomach, thrusting my bare ass in the air, still humping my hand and squeezing my tits.

“Spank me Sara,” I whimpered into my pillow as my climax subsided. “Spank my slutty virgin ass…”

My vagina still convulsing, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Sara and knowing I wouldn’t make it to class. I was still lying naked on my stomach when Sara sneaked back to the dorm between classes. I was awakened by a stinging smack across my ass.

“Do you mind,” Sara scolded as she pulled her cum-soaked panties from my hand. I was so embarrassed. I would have died, if not for the mischievous gleam in Sara’s eyes.

“It seems I forgot these,” she said, slipping her thong slowly up her thighs, over her stockings and under her skirt. “The last thing I need today is a uniform infraction.” She turned and bounded out of the dorm, like the perky cheerleader she was.

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