I was sitting at home waiting for Her to arrive. I was wearing exactly what She told me to wear - nothing. I had showered and shaved my pubic hair, avoided makeup and was kneeling on the floor wHere I was supposed to be by the time She reached the end of the hall. I knew all the rules. I could look at Her until She said otherwise. I smiled up at Her. She wa...
This story is set in England, so the words used are English not American. It continues after 'Neighbourly Ladies' Chapter 1, and tells of two ladies finding themselves, so please don't read it if you don't like this idea. * When Tom was at home we would sometimes go out for a meal together as a foursome. I was pleased that Tom got on so well with Elizabet...
(as told to him by Jenni) For my summer vacation I went to California in order to spend some leisurely time on the beach, soaking up the sun. Arriving at my hotel in the late morning, I checked in as quickly as possible and made it to the beach early in the afternoon where I met Laura. Just lying there admiring all the cute girls in their tiny suits, I not...
She was home alone for the day, her husband had taken the kids to visit family and she wanted a day to herself so she begged off and let them all go without her. It was hot, in fact Lindsey thought it was too hot. The window was open but the curtains hung lifeless not even the merest hint of a breeze to disturb them. The flimsy cotton sun dress clung to her...
As a bit of background, we’d just been talking about what turns us on. I said the feeling you get when your eyes first meet with someone across a room. The eye contact that lingers just a split second too long. Your heart starts to beat a little faster and your brain starts to race with ideas – was it accidental? Was it intentional? Are they thinking the sam...
Yes this is a true story, any comments please mail me at the link below. Chapter One We had met at a party a few weeks ago. I shall remember it forever. She was a girl who could make me laugh and was really great fun. She had a very self-assured manner, which she used to dominate the conversation from the very beginning. I liked that about her straight awa...
On a gorgeous Saturday morning in mid-July, Katie stared morosely at the ceiling. It was barely eight o'clock, but there wasn't a chance in hell she was going to fall back asleep. Her girlfriend, Riley, had left obscenely early to help one of her friends finish baling the hay in what seemed like his endless fields. For the last few weeks, he'd been short on...
I look like a fucking Two-dollar hooker. Hey. My name is Sarah, Sarah Burkley. At the moment my sister, Katie, is pounding on the dressing room door for me to come out. But there is no way I'm going to prom in this dress. It has a plunging neckline that shows almost all of my cleavage, the bottom barely covers my red panties and it's the ugliest shade of p...
Sarah shimmied, contorted, and twisted as she worked herself into her stretchy, skin-tight, leopard-print, tank, mini dress. She managed to get the bottom hem pulled down over her beautiful, round, and very naked ass. She didn't wear a bra or panties, the dress was too tight. For that matter even her pubic hair would have made an impression on the dress if s...
My friend Jeannie and I have a thing. We shop together, try on clothing, and fool around in the dressing room. We have always liked it when people watch us kiss and touch under tables and such, but since we found one particular clothing store, we can't stop going there. It is a small shop that sells the sort of dresses we like, and the same saleswoman is a...