I’m a 19 years old bitch. A cruel, dominant, lesbian bitch. If you’ve read the account of my first “adventure” with a married woman, you’ll already know I’m a nasty piece of work and how I did what I did. ‘Persuading’ her to lay over my knee and count aloud the strokes of her first
In Aussie I live in a pretty small town, it is only 90 minutes to Sydney but it isn’t that big of a place. When I was just in Breckenridge, that is a pretty small town as well and I suppose since being an adult, I’ve always lived in relatively small towns. So hooking up,
“You keep teasing me with that story. Why don’t you make it happen for me?,” I tell my man in the afterglow. “Or perhaps for both of us? You have often told me you would like me to watch another man blow you.” “I will baby, I have just the man in mind. I often
“Relax, Andrew. It’s just a party. Yeah, sure there will be girls there, but it’s not like they’re serial killers or something,” I tell my best friend as we make our way to the party. I swear he’s always like this. So worried about everything. I don’t know how the kid has survived this long.
I was standing at my car, trying to open the door but I couldn’t find my keys. I thought I had lost them, but then I remembered setting them down on the sink when I went to the bathroom. Turning back towards the bar, I realized that I have had too much to drink. As
She sat across from me in our little cabin staring out the window, watching the countryside fly by. How could she look so peaceful and not be worried about anything? I absolutely hated to take the train. It didn’t help that there was a crash last week. We were going to be on the train
The girls needed more hot underwear so we decided one Saturday morning to hotfoot it over to the mall and visit the local lingerie shop. The saleslady regarded us curiously, a man and two women. Her name was Sally, according to her name clip, and I was regarding her curiously too. She was one of
“You know Margie, that hot new woman in my department?” said Bert. “The one who’s your boss?” said Winnie. “Not exactly,” said Bert. “She reports to my boss, too, but at a higher level, and sometimes I have to work for her on a project. But that’s the one. I have been lusting for her
“I’m exhausted,” said Vernon as he pulled the car door shut. “I just want to go home, Selma. It was hotter than hell out there, but the coach made us do the full two-a-days. I’m going to eat something fast and fall into bed. “We have to stop at my house first,” said Selma. “No!”
“Marlene wondered if you’d ever mentioned a threesome,” said Candy. “Why would I?” I said. “I’ll tell you in a second,” Candy said. “I told her you never did, and she was surprised because she said all men want a threesome. Is that right?” “Probably right, most men have imagined it at one time or
“Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked. “The party starts in an hour.” I was startled to see Janet in a light blue bathrobe and slippers. “Oh, I’ve been trying to sew this darn thing, but I can’t do it without a form,” she responded, discouraged. “Well, we don’t have a lot of time left and
Lisa was an attractive brunette, 34 years old, curvy but didn’t show it off dressed in dark blue sweatpants and a matching Hoodie from Adidas. She enjoyed dressing casually so as not to be noticed, she preferred to be the observer. She was dozing off, daydreaming as she always did when she watched the people
When we returned from vacation Alan and I slipped right back into our old life, which pretty much amounted to work and more work. Alan was staying in the office late nearly every night, and my boss had a bunch of new assignments waiting for my attention. As much as we had wanted to continue
One time I had read a bit about sensory deprivation tanks and how you just float in warn sea water and how relaxing it is. I began to think about using the same concept in spicing the old sex life of my wife and I. Depriving one sense seems to enhance others. What if I
Denise rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Getting off and walking up the corridor to the security office, she swiped her card through the door-side reader. “Quit feeling sorry for yourself,” she muttered, as the door opened. “You knew the deal.” Which wasn’t much help, when everyone else in the LaSalle building was