This is purely for those reviewers who were so kind in comment and eager for a follow up. I started to write it as a mix of two topics, but have decided in view of the comments left to send it in two parts as the 'orientation' of them is quite different. They can be read separately, but I would recommend the original Letter from Maggie for context and charac...
We are at a pub. It's a pub, not a bar, so all wood and dim lighting and noisy, and people get all talky about their beer as they drink it. A place like that. You're drinking whiskey. Or maybe whisky. I'm not sure if it has an E. I'm not sure because I'm not sure which is which, although you got horribly drunk and tried to explain it to me once, ages ago. Y...
Backstory : It had been seven years to the day since we last saw each other. The memory of her still plagued me. Life had continued Yet this day was to be the day fate would conspire to bring us together On and For a very wet day! ----------------------------------------- Another restless Saturday had come and almost passed . It was late afternoon when I d...
Pencil skirts have a lot to answer for; especially the pencil skirt stretched across Kayla's glorious, ripe ebony arse. The young black women had been a breath of fresh air when she arrived in our stuffy office. Half the age of the average employee with twice the attitude. Everyone agreed she was incredibly beautiful. Wide eyes. Heavenly lips. The hottest...
I entered the classroom, our eyes met briefly before we both turned away and I headed to the back of the class to take my seat. I took out my books and equipment needed for the lesson, and then looked, as discreetly as possible, at Miss Taylor. She was reading something, probably notes for the class. I could not help but think about her naked, but also I saw...
It was last period of history class at Franklin High School. Jennifer Robbins was the history teacher giving a lecture as she walked around the classroom. At 26 she was relatively new to the school having only been there for a year. She had long golden blond hair and beautiful green eyes. She wore a red blouse showing her C cup breasts and a black skirt goin...
Hi my name is Annette Taylor some of you might remember me from my previous story (washing my underwear). This is another true story that happened to me 9 months after my very first wet lesbian experience. As before the names and places have not been changed. It was 4.30pm Tuesday afternoon as I pulled into the car park to see my last customer of the day. (...
"You want me to fuck you hard like the little bitch you are?" I nodded again and tried to buck my hips against her, begging for friction or pressure or penetration of any kind because I wanted to cum. Oh gosh, I wanted her to make me cum, and I knew it wouldn't take much right now. She furiously slapped my thigh, I whimpered softly at the pain. She laughed...
"I can't believe you didn't know there was a ball on the first night!" Gemma felt so foolish as she heard Amy talk about the events of that evening. It was her first night in the dorm rooms of her new university, and at just 18, she had been feeling nervous all day about the right impression. "Did you not get all the stuff from the union?" Amy asked, amaze...
We were presenting in the same session of a business conference. Not a large audience, a few hundred maybe, but enough to be nervous about, to want to prepare well, and to want to relax with a drink after. Sally looked great - 30 something, blonde (this season anyway), with a nicely rounded figure, in a well-fitting business suit. I'd enjoyed her presentati...