1. The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 50: The Talking Vibrator


    Date: 8/17/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Straight Sex, Female solo, Hardcore, Interracial, Masturbation, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Toys, Written by women, Teen, Author: barbielez, Source: sexstories.com

    Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-49”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I love the internet. Not only because it lets me publish my fantasies each and every week, but also because it makes shopping easier. A lot easier. And as you may know, I hate shopping. About a week ago, I came across a once-in-a-lifetime sale. Though I already had many other items similar to the one on sale, I was unable to resist. Especially since the shipping was free. So I clicked the “Check Out” button and typed in my credit card number. I may be terrible at remembering names and phone numbers, my credit card is one series of numbers that have been seared into my brain permanently. So typing in those sixteen little numbers was no problem. Before ... long, I saw the “Purchase Complete” message appear on the screen. Now all that was left was to wait for my package to arrive. Simple, right? Wrong! I am not a patient person by nature. I may not verbalize my impatience, but I hate wasting time and waiting for a package feels like just that. Luckily, I had a lot of work to do and spent the next few days writing. I was working on plotting out the non-erotic book series I am working on when the doorbell rang. My heart leapt in my chest and I jumped up. Less than a minute later I had the precious package in hand and was heading back upstairs. I returned to my room—which also serves as my office—and dropped the package onto my bed. Returning to my desk, I took a seat and focused on the screen. But as hard as I tried to focus on my work, I kept craving a look at the package that stood behind me. Eventually, I realized it would be less of a waste of time to open the package than to try and forget about it. I hurried into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and rushed back to my room. After making sure to lock the door behind me, I turned to the package. My heart was beating rapidly and a smile curled my lips as I walked up to the bed. Grabbing the box, I carefully cut through the packing tape. My fingers started shaking ever so slightly as I opened the box. Next, I pulled out the packing paper. Finally, it was revealed. “Wow!” I gasped softly when my eyes came across it. It was so beautiful. Shinny. Pink. Hard. And huge! It was the largest ...
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