[My sincere thanks to estragon for proof-reading and copyediting this story. -Tricia] Session III: Group Session The weekend was one of the best I had had in a while. Dr. Gupta's prescription to help my sleep was working like a charm. It was a little difficult to get the privacy to masturbate, but I was managing. It was one thing to worry about my husband,...
Just a little note: This story was meant to take place after the Long Weekend series. Enjoy. * * * * * Katie and I were at a local women only club. The interior was dark, with occasional subtle lighting. The music was pounding in my ears and the alcohol was flying through my veins. Katie and I were on the floor, grinding closely against one another. Seein...
If you haven't read my previous post (A Horny Woman: Beginnings), then shame on you! All kidding aside, let me rehash a little bit. My name's Paula Oort. I'm 34, single and very independent. The obligatory physical stuff - I'm relatively tall for a woman at five-eight, I am in great shape and keep the flab away with an hour or so of work every day, my boob...
It was her idea to go to the strip club. Alicia, my newest sub. She knew that as my sub, the expectation when we got together was that she would strip. A slow, sexy strip. She understood that since the first encounter. You play the music, sway your hips, and move towards me. The struggle to draw me in, to seduce me. The rules she had to follow. *Go slow. *B...
WARNING: There is reluctant and straight sexual activity in this story. If you do not like either of these categories, I suggest you do not read. ****** Also this story starts right where it left off in chapter 2. If you have not read it, I suggest you do. I hope you enjoy. ***** Naomi quickly got up and put her clothes back on, then helped a dazed and...
I first met Saskia at an art class. I was posing nude and she was one of the students. When I got the chance to see her painting I let out a gasp. Unlike the others it was clearly me, but me as she interpreted me. My hair, quite blonde in real life was jet black in her painting, but she had captured the way it was styled so beautifully. My skin tone was a lo...
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I hissed, each syllable of "fucking bitch" rendering a sharp crack of my whip to connect with her rosy ass. The duct tape over her mouth allowed nothing but low grunts and moans in response. Slamming my whip on the ground, I grasped two handfuls of her hair and yanked her head back. I bit into her earlobe, and another low groan...
GP "Jeez, look at the camel-toe on that" "Man those fucking jugs have a life of their own" Jason sat back on his bench and smiled behind his newspaper as he listened to the comments about his daughter Jenny. This was their last exhibitionist afternoon together for a while. She was off up to her grandfather's house for a visit and Jason who couldn't stand...
It was late one Friday night, and had come home early from the bar. I had a few drinks in me, and was feeling pretty good. I am 32 and I live in a two-story apartment complex, which is upscale, and built from an old brick warehouse. I can look across the way, and see an adjacent building with yet more apartments. From my picture window in my living room, I c...
Nika burst into the room and exclaimed "I've found it I've found it," before throwing her arms around me and kissing me so hard my lips hurt. Nika was not her real name; she was half German and half some small obscure Middle Eastern principality. Her given name was almost unpronounceable so we all called her Nika. She liked that. Nika was my room-share dur...