My name is Victoria Hoffman and I am a happily married, 33 year old, straight female. My story begins one night while my husband Josh and I are getting ready to go to a cocktail party. Jack is an old college buddy of my husbands and tonight will be the first time I am to meet him and his wife Trish. I put on my short red, strapless dress and my black high he...
Allan had created a hunger in me; a hunger that I thought wasn't possible. He had created a desire that left me wanting more, a need to experience other men, more men to satisfy this hunger. I considered finding a regular boyfriend, but that would be too much hard work trying to find the right one. I thought about having regular one night stands but again, t...
I had been driving limo part-time now for a few months. It was an easy job for the most except when I got the odd temperamental client now and then. It was mostly the women who gave me a bit of a rough time. Wanting me to have the door open the minute the car came to a stop – things like that. Today I was picking up a new client. None of the other drivers k...
I slept until about noon on Friday. I had to be at the radio station at four to do my production before going on the air at seven. I rolled out of bed to take a quick bath. As I sank down in the hot water I started thinking about last night and my conversation with Terri. I could feel myself getting all hot and bothered again. My hand wandered down to my cu...
Tired, aching feet. Needing massaging. That's the worst aspect of my job - waiting tables in an inner city café. Latte, cappuccino, short black, long black, macchiato, flat white....Turkish bread, bagels, long rolls, sesame seed rolls, white sliced..... From 10.30 am to 7 pm most days. Good days with tips, bad days when a customer does a runner. But the wor...
I did finally doze off around midnight but when I awoke, I immediately took note of a drastic change in everyone's mood until I remembered that not everyone woke up feeling chipper like I normally do. We were still at the transient hanger, but Ken had left the plane and the others were getting ready to deplane. "We have to deplane before they'll top off...
Chapter 2 – Cherry Popper It's been two weeks now since I moved into the dorm and Leslie moved in on me. It's the best thing that has ever happened to me, and if you find that hard to believe, let me tell you what happened last night. It was during one of our frequent, almost nightly, rap sessions where we were divulging all of our secrets and hidden desire...
copyright 2005 not to be distributed without express permission of the author I'm laying on the lounge chair, a sleek, black one piece bathing suit clinging to my softly rounded body. I watch her, splashing in the cool water of the swimming pool. God, she grows more lovely to me everyday. Her smooth soft skin looks enticing with the water running off of it...
I thought I was going to throw up. There she was, just standing there, carelessly swiping her corn silk hair out of her eyes and chatting with Margo Strand. God she was still beautiful, even more so than back then, the laugh lines creeping in next to her eyes suggested that she still loved being outdoors. Her sure stance made me think she probably still rode...
I woke up the next morning sore and sated. My pussy still felt wet. I rolled over and stretched. Anni opened her eyes and smiled. "Good morning." I blushed. She'd caught me staring. "Morning." Of course she looked gorgeous. Her hair was mussed, skin clear with a healthy flush and her eyes had a spark. Meanwhile I knew I looked not half as good. My hair ta...