Caroline's secret - Sex Stories

Caroline's secret

... self-conscious. Made me much fucking worse. So I wasn't prepared to put myself out there, to push myself. To show my stupid pig-ugliness to the whole world. This town was where I belonged. It knew me. Knew my limits. Wouldn't judge. And would never reject me. 'But your writing! You should take it further! You are wonderful, Caroline Lawson. Bloody wonderful!' The swear word made me sit up and smile, just as he knew it would. It was exactly what they hadn't taught him at teacher school. I glanced down at my nervous, twiddling fingers. They toyed with the unravelling hem of my pleated skirt whose conservative length almost completely concealed the ladder that climbed all the way up to my crotch. I smiled again and shook my head. 'Thanks, Sir. You... You've been g-g-great, have helped a lot. But i-i-it's not for mmme.' Again the eyes; not through, but inside. He leaned back in his plush chair, entwined his fingers and rested his stubbly chin on his perfectly vertical thumbs. Though he seemed not to mind one jot, the neatly manicured nails dug into his flesh, and I began to fantasise, to consider all the parts of him that could fit into the various parts of me. It was a puzzle and I'd always loved puzzles. My sex drive was way too big for my twiggy body, was years ahead of it. It swelled inside me and caused me pain, a very real cutting, grinding pain, deep down in my core. Sadly, I would have to wait for my pre-pubescent body to catch up before I could act on it. ' Carry me ...

... swiftly, safely, Ibran. Take me to where my future awaits me.' The unicorn reared, neighed, then boxed the tingling air with his massive hooves. Faster than the wind, I ran; lighter than the air, I leapt. Grabbing his mane, I twisted in midair, splayed my virginal thighs about his massive white back and clung to him, rode him, like a desperate lover. Steam billowed from his nostrils, and again he reared and kicked, his wide eyes wild as fire. Impossibly long and improbably sure, his thundering strides shook the ground. The rushing wind slapped my face, tore its ragged fingers through my lank hair. Each jolt to my bouncing buttocks took me closer; each slap on my silky-smooth pudendum carried me further. My hair grew, till it flailed behind me like a chestnut mare's tail. Arms grew longer, stronger. Legs lengthened, their muscles flexing like steel springs beneath the flawless skin. Barely noticeable just moments before, my tits now bounced, their puckered nipples chafing deliciously against the beast's lunging neck. Fingers entwined in his silky mane, I clung on with athletic thighs, while digging in my bony heels. 'Faster! Faster! I have to get there! Need to be there!' The creature responded. We were flying now, barely brushing the ground; through the wood, the low branches almost knocking me from my speeding perch. Across the fields, cutting a swathe through the ripe corn like a ship through a golden ocean. Up the hill we arrowed, barely slowed by the vicious scree-scattered ...