Angela considers paying another woman for sex I. Flirting with the Internet My alias is Angela, and this is a confession about something which I have originally meant to publish anonymously in a blog online. As it happens, I was going through a bad divorce with my husband when I first began to flirt with the thought of seeking pleasure in other women. Af...
"This is where the spankings go" I'm damn near drooling on my toast as I look at the picture and read the words. I'm on the road right now, in my hotel room, eating breakfast. On my phone is an email I just got from Holly. Whenever she can't accompany me on the road, we send each other naughty pictures once or twice a day. This morning's photo is a pic of H...
It seemed strange that the railway carriage should be empty at that time of the day. Usually, the train was full of girls from Sanderson School, their boisterous antics disturbing the homeward journeys of other passengers. Today, however, was different, for the whole train appeared to be deserted, except for a few faces here and there, staring blankly out of...
Day 11 -- SATURDAY Holly woke up early. Emma was sound asleep. They had been up late performing for Uncle Jack’s sex club. And stayed up even later playing with each other. Holly smiled and looked at Emma. “I’m engaged!” she thought, “To my best friend.” The idea was still new to her and made her burst with emotion. She smelled Emma’s hair and licked beh...
"Hi Le, how are you this morning?" Though a little jealous, Paulette was always uplifted by the younger woman's constant cheerfulness. Practically bouncing in her seat, Le replied, "I'm fine thank you. I had orange juice this morning at the café by the canal watching the sun rise. How is your day going?" Paulette had started subtly flirting with Le. "You l...
"Holly Van Slyke." I say the name over in my mind, committing it to memory, as I watch her tight, young ass wiggle right in front of me. "Little Dutch girl," I think wickedly. "Swiss Miss. Just look at it." Her back to me as she wipes oil from her hands, I lick my chops, pretending I'm licking her all over. My name is Dana Campbell, and I'm at a resort spa...
As always all characters are at least 18 years old and are complete figments of my imagination. Any characters resembling actual people other than myself is pure coincidence. I also want to thank everyone for their comments and encouragement. XOXO Tiff ***** Monday, early morning. Ms. Barrett stood in front of her open closet. She hadn't agonized this b...
"Are you having a good time?" the young actress whose name escaped Jane at the moment asked. "Oh I'm having a really wonderful time," Jane replied with a broad smile. "I guess something like this is really old hat to you," the actress went on as she gestured to the large crowd that filled the even larger garden where the party was being held. "You must've...
The village of Marston-on-the-Green was one of those quintessential English villages, situated in the home counties about forty miles north of London, and about five miles from the nearest town. It had all the usual village essentials, notably its church which could trace its history back well over seven hundred years, a combined shop and Post Office which a...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE We spent Monday night in my bed then, significantly, Tuesday to Thursday nights in Dave's. I bit my tongue and didn't comment on that, but saw it as good. My host's room was no longer out of bounds for me. I was back in the fold. Yippee!! Sex wasn't confined to the bedroom, either. We had our Wednesday evening meal in the pub and then,...