Late in the day, as the afternoon sun poured through the west windows of the First National Bank, Becca longed for five o'clock. She had been on her feet almost all day, and had to deal with more than her share of cranky customers. Of course, she was the best at calming them and making them feel important and that she would take care of their problems. Glanc...
Note: This story contains brief flashbacks, the start and end of which are indicated by a " ~~~~~~~~~~~~ " This is part 2 of the story. And picks up exactly where part 1 left off. If you haven't done so already, read pt.1 Her rhythm is poor to start with; perhaps it's the nerves again, perhaps it's the conflicting desire to both punish and make love to...
I'd been waiting all goddamn day, and now she's going to be late? Sometimes, my girlfriend's job really pisses me off. All I wanted was for my girl to come home and give me what I want. Usually, she works until 5, but her last text says her boss asked her to stay until she finished her last report. I spent the day cleaning the house and setting everything up...
My name is Lacey, and I'm a prostitute in the red-light district of Amsterdam. I get paid to explore the art of erotica, and I love my job. Even though I am in graduate school, I know I will continue being a prostitute once I finish school. I'm so excited to fuck right now. I'm blaming my horny feeling on my high sex drive, and on my high feeling from a bow...
I never thought it would happen like this. Not when I first saw her step through the door on that rainy autumn day 5 years ago. Not when I looked on in agonizing silence as John proposed to her. Not when she left him, and took the first flight out to Chicago. Not even when, against all odds, she miraculously appeared on my doorstep, laughing as alway...
Lying on my side, drowsily become aware that the morning was here I felt you turn and move toward me, slowly sidling closer and closer until I felt your arm moving over my waist to wrap around me, spooning me close. I could smell the aroma of your hair mingled with the fragrance of your perfume, but the most intense sensations came the warmth of your breath...
Maggie was sleeping when I opened my eyes. I had a moment of panic; a memory of the years when waking up might mean getting slapped around. My heart pounded and I forced myself to take a long slow breath. The muscle on the inside of my right thigh trembled a little and I remembered how softly Maggie's touch had been there. I must have closed my eyes as a ch...
Before I start my story, let me introduce myself. My name is Wendy. I’m an 18-year-old freshman in College. I have a fetish for nipples—my own, and those of other women. Some people might call me a pervert, but hey, what I do does not hurt anyone, and it makes my very happy—not to mention titillating me (excuse the pun) and bringing tremendous excitement int...
I Opened Her Diary and Read It; Do Not Judge Me; You Don't Know the Story Yet... Part 2 Being with Sam was like entering a dizzying, drunken, Wonderland, where she was the Queen of Hearts, the Mad Hatter and Alice all rolled into one incredibly powerful, pied piper of lust, innocently running through life trailing sparkles of magic bits; and I was high on...
We arrived at the cabin in Payson at around 6:00 Friday evening. We had stopped for burgers along the way so we wouldn't have to mess with dinner. Kris, Jenny, Nicole, Jill and I were all hot and anxious. We wanted to get right to the fun without wasting any time. The only possible hitch to our weekend was the new girl, Emily. Emily was one of our teammates...