How To Spend A Friday Night Home Alone

From D. D.'s # 1 Fan - If you heading home on this Friday night - or if your already there - damn another Friday night alone.  Don't despair... Why not just slip over to Amazon Kindle, or Smashwords and find yourself a Novel, Short Story or book of erotic poetry, to help you through your Friday night.

What is even better is that the gift you give yourself tonight, will keep on giving to you any time you pick it up.  That is the beauty of books, either in paper or e-books.  They can take you places you may have only dreamed of, or take you on a fantasy ride.  They can may you laugh or make you cry.  They can be your best friend at any time.

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So get yourself a chilled  bottle of wine, or your favorite adult beverage, get dressed for comfort and find out just how much a Friday night alone can be.

D. D. Story Page Vol 7 Issue 5 New poem "A Book & Wine"

New Poem - Idle Hands & Erotic Thoughts

Idle Hands & Erotic Minds

These hands of mine

At this moment in time

Have nothing to occupy

Them except for idle time

Which for someone

With a mind like mine

Where erotic thoughts

Lurk in hidden nooks of my mind.

What happens when you mix

Hands with ample idle time

With the erotic thoughts

That keep surging in my mind

Hands which were once idle

Become hands with a singular mission

Their mission, why to act out

The erotic thoughts in my mind

One hand slowly unbuttons my blouse

As the other slips to my lap

Lingering only long enough to add fuel

To the fire started by the hand at my blouse.

While one hand has finished the buttons

With, practiced ease and slips under my blouse

The other hand slides down my thigh;

To my dresses hem, and deftly slips inside.

One hand free to caress

My lace and satin covered breasts

While the other hand slowly travels

Up my naked skin in search its satin goal.

Nipples, taunt with erotic desire

Beg my hand to bring them pleasure

I feel my dampness begin to flow;

Darkening the veil of satin; shielding the goal.

My upper hand slips under

The covering of satin and lace

Caressing the sensitive nipple

Painting a smile; on my face.

While my lower hand has found

That ever so sensitive G spot

At the heart of my flowery petals

Causing my body to emit a lovely sound

Idle hands and idle thoughts

Now a part of the past

Replaced by multiple erotic thoughts

That guides my hands and brings me pleasure.

By D. D.

©June 10, 2014

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

P.O. Box 143, North Chili, NY 14514

All Rights Reserved

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing - Erotic Poem

Wet Screw

Sad and blue, know idea what to do,

No idea what is making me sad,

No idea what is making me blue.

Maybe I just need a wet screw.

Not a hard like steel screw

But yes a screw to hold it tight.

Not a screw with a sharp point

But yes a screw with threads and ribs.

Tapered and pink, but no place for a driver.

Hard and pink: but not from a raging pulse.

Powered or un-powered, slippery when wet

It just might be the best screw yet.

Driven by hand, leaving the other free

To roam and caress what ever needs attention.

Some even come with little power cells

To help me have a real wet screw.

No longer sad and blue,

I’m feeling truly gay and pink.

After thoroughly enjoying, my very

Wet: and wonderful tasting screw.

©May 29, 2014

D. D.

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing.

D. D. Story Page, Vol 3, Issue 6, Self Pleasure

Filling holes can be Fun

Am I crazy or just finding new way to make it through getting a house ready to sell all by myself? After four solid days of stripping wall paper, I spent this morning plastering holes in the wall, and fixing my fuck ups while taking down the wall paper.

Actually there was a fifth day stripping wall paper, but that didn’t count, because it was the new type of paper and it peeled off of the wall, like my cloths do when a girlfriend says let’s get naked and naughty.  The next room was like way back in school, easy to get the top layer off, but a lot more work to get the under layer off.  But non- the less it did, and I got my reward, in the end.

The day I did the bathroom, it reminded me of the first time I had sex in a photo booth. Tight and cramped, but damn if we both didn’t cum all over each other finger which we both had clamped like a vise, as our thumbs did their magic on each other’s clit. But unlike the photo booth which was quick and intense, the bathroom was long and slow.

The back bedroom was dressed in only a single layer, but it clung like spandex to a hippo.  I finally had to give up chipping it off, and rent a hot flash machine (steamer), and get her all hot and wet, before the spandex relaxed and slid off revealing her naked skin underneath and another climatic ending.

Today, was supposed to be easy, just making repairs to the drywall. But bingo, right off of the bat, I let a glob of plaster slip off of the putty knife, and you know where it ended up, yup, right between my boobs. I climbed down off the latter, and used my fingers to scoop out the plaster, and then decided to hell with it, I took off my tank top and went topless. (Thankfully the owner had thick curtains, which are still up.)  I also remembered that I had a new pair of jeans on, and I really didn’t want to get plaster on them either, so off they came, and I started to plaster in just my panties.

I had just gotten off of the ladder, when the radio station I had on, played “Play that Funky Music White Boy” which got me dancing while I plastered. Here I was all alone in the house, wearing just my panties and dancing as I filled holes in the walls. Believe me when I say that after a couple of songs, I was longing for a helper, and I kept catching myself looking at the extender handle for the roller with some very naughty thoughts.

They went to commercial, just as I went into the front bedroom, and there in the closet were two white petticoats from the 60’s, that for some reason, I had not taken out with the rest of the cloths. I was in such a funky mood by now that I slipped off my panties, and after a little attention to things, I slipped on one of the petticoats, one that went to almost my knees and was about 6 layers thick at the bottom the chiffon, satin and lace, that felt wonderful on me.  It also moved so nicely as I moved, that I continued to dance to the music on the radio and plaster naked except for the petticoat.

 

Oh yes and Donna Summer’s Last Dance is going to cause me sanding time where there was no plaster needed,  She just made me move and sway in such a sassy way that there are a couple of interesting impressions that I am going to have to sand off of the walls in the living room.

I even took a selfie for you all to enjoy :}

Love D.D.

©April 16, 2014

D. D.

D. D.'s Story Page Vol 3, Issue 4 - How to Start the Day :)

D.D.'s Proverb #1

Just a short note tonight.  I never got to the point of a new page for today.  I think that the next issue will be on Friday March 1st.  I've been writing, but most of it has been  inspired poetry written for a very beautiful friend, from far away in another land.

Her image just seems to inspire me, what I write just simply flows out, as so much of my inspired work does.

So for all of my readers, lesbian, Gay, Bi-sexual, Transgender, or straight as a steel knife,  I hope you had a great day, and an even better night. "Remember, not all of us are lucking enough to have found a life mate, so like so many of us,  please feel free to masturbate, as self gratification still feels great"

Night all
Love D.D.

Afternoon Delight

Enjoyed a wonderful time this afternoon.
Suddenly my hands just had to play.
Of course it could have been the box,
 of tapered candles I was sorting through.

All virgins, unlike any of us.
without any conscious thought
the candle became an instrument of pleasure,
in my very experienced hands.

First against the fabric of my panties,
and then slowly slipping under the edge,
brushing my lips, not touching my clit.
lightly ever so lightly touching my lips.

Then suddenly it caressed my clit,
my hips arched out to pull in the tip.
the fluted edge gliding on in
driving me over the top, again and again.

The candle licked clean,
and back in the box,
Panties back in place
And a big smile on my face.

Night all
D. Dee