It was your typical Saturday afternoon at the comfortable loft where Donna Travers called home, with the successful young businesswoman enjoying her weekend by donning the khaki capri-pants and white artists's smock that she liked wearing while sketching her favorite young female model. That beautiful model, her blonde hair today in a stylish ponytail, was...
Faye Wagner heard the tapping at the back door and smiled when she looked up at the kitchen clock and saw that it was precisely 7 o'clock. The visitor was nothing if not precise, and the middle aged woman didn't even bother to peek through the curtains because she knew who it was. "It's me, your albatross!" the tall drink of water chirped after the door wa...
Sometime ago, I was brought to this site by white woman who wanted me to read a story that she found, in her own words, "interesting." She had sent me a link to my email one day and, before I knew it, there I was gazing upon the erotic stories from so many. Well, I read the little story she wanted me to read. Since then, I have thought about adding my own...
Sarah wiped her forehead. Almost done, she thought. Just these three more outfits to be marked and logged into the store's computer and she would be finished. And that wasn't good. She was glad to be at the end of these last three weeks, working from whenever she started until whenever she quit, but at the same time she was worried. What was she going to do...
"Hey, Donna... check it out... Malibu Barbie at the front door... beautiful face... and oh, what a dynamite body! It was a normal early-afternoon crowd at Charli's Place, only a dozen female patrons scattered throughout the bar, typical for this time on a Friday, and the only reason why Donna Travers was one of them on this particular day was because she ha...
"I'm getting tired, Donna!" "Already?" "My knees are aching from having to remain in this position! How much longer will this take?" "We've only been at it for less than twenty minutes, Brooke!" "Well, it seems like a lot longer." "You're really not much of an artist's model, are you?" Donna observed with a smirk. "I never said that I was!" "Well, I'm...
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...
Sophie sobbed into her tissue trying to regain control of her emotions. She gulped nervously and tried to concentrate on her typing. If her boss found her crying he would be very angry with her and he was so unsympathetic. Just the thought of him made her cry even more and she stifled her cries of sadness. Little did she realise that someone had already seen...
Alicia walked into the bar a bit unsure of what she was expecting. She'd thought about broadening her partners to more than just the occasional boyfriend and dates she went on in college, but this was the first time she had acted on anything. She had spent 3 hours getting ready that night, spending most of it on her makeup to try and accentuate her big brow...
Catherine Baker stepped out of the warmth of the restaurant and started walking down the rain-swept streets towards her flat. She felt a pang of self-pity at the thought of the cold streets, and distinctly unhappy that her girlfriend had been called away during their meal. She tried to shrug the feeling off: vets often had to be on-call, but why did Rachel s...