Chapter 2: Toe Fucking at Lunch (This story continues directly after the events of Letting Go I) .................... She had to run to catch her bus. Her skirt was short and she was wearing no knickers, her knees were weak after the morning love games, her loins tenderized from the breakfast spanking, and, to make her vulnerability even worse, her heels...
“God, this is really boring,” Emily said as she opened the well-stocked mini-bar. “I know,” Chelsea agreed and changed the channel on the small TV. “But we don’t have any other options, do we?” “I know this really sucks,” Lindsey added. “I guess we can forget the conference.” “Yeah, well until they reopen the roads, we’re stuck here,” Emily said for the...
Believe it or not, undergraduates have more to do than just party and fuck, at least those of us who hope to get real jobs one day do. There are papers to write, tests to study for, projects and presentations to prepare, plus I have to make a little money. For the next week I hardly saw Nick or Renee, and I only saw Amy in the dorm. I did have a little mid-d...
Author note: If you are familiar with my previous submissions, you should know that I tend to leave a lot to the imagination in my stories. This one is no exception. Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, the scene takes place at a college, not a high school setting, and all characters are over 18 years old. ***** "I want you, Professor." She uncro...
This is my first sexual experience with another girl. It happened in the summer of 97. I was married for just one year and was leading a normal sexual life, fully content with my hubby... the sex with him was a bliss, may be because I have been brought up in such a conventional life style. We have tried almost all the positions, including anal and oral sex,...
I was in my hotel room where the conference was being held. Sat on the bed in a red blouse and a black mini-skirt. Andy was in meetings all morning. We had spent the night fucking as I told him all about the business deal with Oscar. He had got off in putting me in that situation and knew I would have gone through with it. He had told me that one of the new...
When she came to my home and we began the dance of where this would take place..yes the bedroom ..and how it would take place...my ideas were welcome, but she was the "artist," ..as you read this, you will believe that all the signs were there ...but I cannot believe how naive I can be sometimes and there I was ...I had no earthly idea how this day in my lif...
This continues Memories. For the new readers it would be better to start at Chapter 1 to have a better feel for this chapter. Thanks for all the encouragement, comments and support from you that took the extra few minutes to drop me a line. It begins: After ordering the pizza, we hoped in the shower. The shower was not big enough to hold all three of us. T...
I'm a spa fanatic. It's the one thing I like to treat myself to. I'm pretty good about my spending every other way. I always put money from each paycheque into a retirement fund. I bought my own house as soon as I had the minimum down payment. I bring my own lunches to work. I don't make impulse buys, when I shop. However, I find it perfectly reasonable to s...
I'm not sure when or why it started to happen, but everything about my life was becoming sexualized, saturated with a palpable feeling of endless desire. I mean, math class is not supposed to be sensual, but there I was, half listening to Dr. Hu drone on at the board solving integral equations, and I all I could think about was, I need. I want. I need. I tr...