It all started on Saturday lunchtime in the lounge bar of the Four Feathers. The canteen at work was not open so Jackie and I decided to have a pub lunch after a morning's overtime (if only we got paid extra for it!) and so here we were fighting the weekend crowd for somewhere to put the plate of sandwiches while drinking our beer. Finally we found a little...
It was a typical Friday evening for Sonya and Tasha. The two friends sat on the couch in the apartment they shared, watching TV, chatting about this and that, and nibbling on popcorn. Fridays were their night to relax, kick off the shoes and lounge around. Occasionally one of them would have a date, but lately it seemed like those were few and far between. B...
I work as a saleswoman for a company that markets adult products. The pay is low, the travel constant and the hours unsociable. But it's all I can get at the moment. Mostly it's parties or fundraisers I go to, usually held in someone's home. The fundraisers are nearly always mixed events. Although I sell more this way, I don't look forward to them. One of th...
Being next to Heather in the first light of sunrise was a dream-come-true. Her body was soft and warm. Her red hair shimmered beautifully. Hundreds of freckles dotted her back and shoulders; some day I would spend the time to kiss each one. Wind whistled from outside the window, but neither of us cared about what was happening anywhere but in her bedroom. S...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "No! That sounds like a terrible idea!" Amanda Blake could not believe her ears. If only she had the inner strength to really challenge her husband. "It's not such a bad idea, dear," her husband, Matt smoothly replied. "It will make our marriage stronger." Amanda was afraid to even give him the concession of looking at h...
He read your diary. Surprise, surprise. Now what are you going to do? There she is, the woman you've dreamed of having, but never thought you would. He found her. You met her one night, a year ago. The company party had been full of wine, women, and song, but your husband had been a stick in the mud and you'd left the party early. You left her. She was there...
Without another order, she helped me off and sat back on the bed with a pillow behind her, guiding me over. I looked up at her, unsure of what to do. She read my mind and instructed me. "Straddle me again, but this time face away from me." I quickly did so, intentionally sticking my ass out, wishing she would lift up my dress again. I could feel the vulner...
It was usual for undergrads to jog during the darkest hours of the night. While one studied at the bench under the bright lights of the corridors, girls or guys in pairs, or in small groups, would slowly pass by, their toned, muscular bodies covered with sheen of sweat. It was a marvelous display of youth, of raw sexual virility – reminiscence of a passionat...
Tamara had always lived a very protected environment. With two born again, puritanical parents, she never experienced some of the social liberties of being a teenager growing up. Instead, Tamara focused on school and getting into the very exclusive university of St. Anne, a small all girl college in southern California. After saying goodbye to her boyfriend...
Here I was, in the huge backseat of a restored '57 Chevy Bel-Air with a woman whose name I couldn't remember; her mouth, tasting of whiskey and tobacco, kissing me, her callused, sure, hands slipping off my panties. My wide hips tipping up to let her, my mouth slack and open to her demanding, slippery, tongue; my head tilted, eyes open, staring at the rivule...