Chapter III Painted Whores Beverley didn't yet feel confident enough to hand in her notice at the library; she wanted to be certain that she could earn enough money selling her body as a prostitute on a regular basis. Dorothy had been fascinated and impressed by her encounter with the businessmen at a hotel and wanted to know all the details. But what inter...
Having been out on the bike they pulled into a park and drove through the tree lined road looking for a place to rest. The park was secluded and showed no sign of park goers. Deep into the park they found the perfect spot, and parked the bike then walked a few feet over to a picnic area. Taking her into his arms he pulled her tightly against his body and k...
I'm know what's on the other side of the door which makes it both difficult to open and impossible not to. She sent me the text, a warning and an invitation, leaving my gut in knots of anticipation and pain. I know why it has to be this way, why nothing is just one thing, but opposite and incompatible things all at once. I can hear her. I need to see her bu...
I watched her slender, silhouetted outline as she stood in the darkened room. The city lights peered through the window like little, horny voyeurs, watching her, unable to look away. Perhaps she was in a playful mood tonight? I could only hope. She lit a couple of candles on the table in the corner. She held the match between her finger and thumb, watching t...
It was your day to be my sex slave. That last time we had been together, I had submitted myself to your every whim, your every desire. You had initially spent quite some time exploring your every crack crevice and expanse of skin on my body. You had started tenderly; by giving me a welcome massage, soothing my tired body and aching muscles. You allowed me...
'Oh God! He can't find me like this!' she thought. She looked across the room at the reflection in the full length mirror. What a sight! There she was, securely bound and gagged, dressed as a slutty French Maid. Her breasts were exposed, nipples erect with desire. In fact, you didn't need to look at her breasts to see she was aroused. Her own cum glistened w...
This is a true story -- an actual experience. There is no exaggeration. Feel free to pray for me, if that's your thing -- though I'm agnostic so it'll not necessarily work. Hehe. Tx *** I have no warning before it happens. It's true that I haven't been sleeping well, and the nap on the sofa was probably a mistake. I didn't think this would occur -- this...
I saw him watch as I unfolded my legs for the hundredth time. The plumber could see straight under the table and up my skirt from where he lay on his belly, with his arm wrenched up under my kitchen sink. He'd thought it would be another routine house call, he made them day in and day out. He found out fast that this was a different scenario. Not many of the...
A Special Date His car pulled into her driveway at exactly seven. She had just finished placing the food on the table as she heard him arrive. She felt that familiar tightening in her stomach and her nipples instantly grew hard under her bra and robe. She ran to the door to let him in. She stood in the doorway and watched him approach knowing he liked her t...
The lock clicks in the front door, letting in a whoosh of chilly air as you step inside and shut it behind you. You kick off your shoes and drop your duffel bag on the floor while your eyes sweep the house, looking for me. "Baby, I'm home!" You shout. "What's for dinner?" You follow your nose into the kitchen, where I am bent over the oven, a panful of chi...