My name's Sarah. I am nineteen years old, have long black hair flowing down to my ass, blue eyes, I am five foot five inches tall and as I stand behind the counter of my workplace for the very last time. I am wearing my favorite sheer white dress; my undergarments consist of a black lacy bra and purple thong. The eyes of many customers have been popping out...
***This story is dedicated to Khai* Father Moss is different from all of the other priests in the school, He isn't stuffy and completely righteous. He is rather worldly if you ask me, and trust me I know. Being sent to a catholic boarding school was not the best thing in the world. Being eighteen in a catholic boarding school is hell. Mind you I have neve...
I sat there next to my wife and listened to people introduce themselves, admit their addictions, tell their stories and I wondered why I was there. The stories being told were all similar to mine. The major difference was that I didn't consider that I had a problem; maybe Brenda did, but I didn't. True, I did love the taste of cum delivered directly from my...
After our threesome escapade and you thoroughly torturing me (letting me think you would fuck another woman in our bed), I thought that my transgressions were forgiven. You had other plans . . . I got home from work completely exhausted. It had been a long day and I hadn't had much sleep the night before because I had spent much of it sucking on the pussy...
The text message seemed innocent enough: "Please pick up a hand of fresh ginger on the way home from work." I knew better though. It was Thursday night, the night I offered her my senses and she overwhelmed them. On Friday morning I knew I would be tender and tired. I won't lie. I was very nervous. I had never tried this before and I was not sure I wanted t...
Chapter 1: Victoria "How would you like a bedtime snack?" Victoria asked me. I looked at her, long legs, small, perky breasts, beautiful dark hair. I could still get a hardon just from looking at her. Although we had been married for over twenty years, she was always Victoria, as in victorious, never Vicky. "You know I love bedtime snacks," I smiled. The...
I am sorry our meeting at the Darnleys was so rushed, we have so much to catch up on. Thank you so much for the compliment on my dress, but as I said, this new fashion has been such a trial, and I could see you wanted to know more as we were rushed to move on. To be frank, I had hoped that the current princess line sheath dress fashion was to be short live...
The room is dark around us, except for the few candles I'd lit before joining you in our big bed. A storm is in the distance, the low rumbles of occasional thunder signaling its approach. For now, only a light rain falls outside but the wind is gusty - rushing around the corners of the house with an eerie howl. Our rituals are unspoken and undefined, yet we'...
At closing time, you take what you can get or you go home alone. Tonight, he was lucky. The drunken girl who said yes when he asked, 'wanna go home and screw,' was kind of cute. Not the prettiest thing he'd seen all night. Maybe a little chunky, maybe a little plain, but she had a nice enough face and body and she was willing to fuck a stranger. They waste...
I spent my Saturday as I usually do: driving down to Delaware, visiting my girlfriend for the weekend. It was a long drive and I allotted the time to drinking several beers. The sun, magnified through the window, roasted hot against my face, but outside the air was ice. I rolled down the windows and poked my hand out through the crack, it came back frozen....