Cindy and I are teachers at the same school. We car-pool because we live only a couple of miles from each other and the school where we teach is a 40 minute drive away. We have been good friends for years and often shop together as well as go to a movie or have a
Your Mistress has let herself into your house and is waiting in your living room for you when you come home from work. As you close the door behind you, she steps out from the shadows. She is wearing a long black evening dress that accentuates her every curve. The gown goes to the floor,
I’m Terri, named after my father Terrance. He was 62 when I was born, my mother 33; I guess that’s why I find older men so attractive. It wasn’t until I was 19 or 20 that I first began to realize I wasn’t as ugly as I had always felt. Throughout grade school and junior
I step out of my bath, drying myself in a large, soft towel. It is wrapped around my shoulders, my hands clasping the top corners as I dry myself; my cheeks, my neck, down the swell of my breasts and under them, my armpits and then sides. I run my hands down my torso, holding
It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed. My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see
Often it’s the little things that change your life. Two lines of an old song, a trace of scent you all but forgot existed, a face in a crowd looking just like someone you knew and cared about… It sparks a thought, encourages a gesture, the little gears get in motion, the synapses start firing.
I originally intended to go to the tanning bed but then I remembered I forgot to put on a thong under my sundress. I wear a thong when I lie in the bed because I like the way the white lines accentuate my hips and make my legs look longer. I also put one of
My name’s Monique Yates, and I teach programming at a local computer store. What follows is a little personal story about me. It’s very private, and definitely X-rated! If that bothers you, don’t go any further. Erase this file and forget you ever saw it, and no harm is done. Some how, women in the
Some adult entertainment every night which we both enjoy and have our libidos stretched. Tonight it was a voluptuous woman Sarah’s age being pleasured by a much younger woman and her man. It was very exciting watching him fucking her standing against a wall while his lady alternated kissing her and licking her large, erect
In the rest room, they all had drinks. Sue gave her another drink of the bitter potion she had had earlier, then washed it down with orange juice. In a few minutes she began to feel her energy returning. Sue was very hot, but restrained herself from letting Heather reciprocate here in the room. She
‘God, I’m hot’ Cathy thought to herself as she shifted in her chair. The August sun poured through the window behind her and made the sunburn she had on the back of her neck hurt even more. Ray Granger, the assistant principal of the high school where she’d attended as a teenager and hoped to
Later that evening, after spending a few hours laughing, eating, and gossiping, Meagan said “we need to get ready, the girls will be here soon” “I put some more wine coolers in the fridge so they should be cold” Vanessa said “new sheets are on the bed, the other ones were a little sticky” Alicia
Carol broke the kiss and sat up looking at Bob as she said, “I love sucking your cock now and the taste of your cum. I love sharing it with you. Do you like your own taste? I love it.” Bob smiled and kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She knew he
“Vince! Wait!” she gasped, “I never even held hands with a guy before.” “Don’t you like what we’re doing?” he grinned. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “Well, take a second and think about it,” he advised. “Don’t knock it till you know what it’s like.” Mindy took his advice. She’d protested automatically, because that
Twenty-four hours did a lot to ease the agony of that long hour in Bondman’s seedy office, and Ginny Dennison was far better equipped to deal with the memories rationally than when she had come home alone, her face reddened and streaked with tears, the afternoon before. Ginny sat up in bed, ashamed of having