This is a continuation of my first story The Girl of my Dreams. **** The weekend after that Friday just seemed to drag on. I couldn't wait till I could see Emily again on Monday. I kept replaying the events of Friday in my head over and over again. I got so caught up in my own mimed I forgot to tell Jackson about my night. Once I finally remembered I had a...
* * * * * Copyright jeanne_d_artois January 2007 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * However the main attraction of the f...
“Happy birthday!” I said with a great, wide, grin as I reached up around his neck to embrace him. Shrugging nonchalantly, he hugged me back, his arms encircling my waist. He had tried to convince me that to him, this was just another day and there was no cause for celebration, I felt differently and insisted on having a party for him. He hated parties, espec...
As a consultant, I travel a lot, and lately I have been having naughty thoughts about seducing the man (or woman) who brings the room service. Recently I traveled out of state for a conference, and this is the story of the closest I’ve come to fulfilling my fantasies. I’ll leave you to guess what was real, and what is just imagined. Part 1 After a long but...
Yukiko tossed and turned as the strange dream continued. She stirred restlessly, the covers twisting around her parted thighs, her bare skin hot against the cold night air. The feelings rushed over her like a wave as she moved against the bedclothes. Oh, so nice, so very nice...her dream lover whispered encouragement in her ear. She leaned against his strong...
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Hello, my name's Betty. I'm a housewife and I'll admit to being of a 'certain age'. The highlight of my day was a trip to the shops. If the weather was clement I'd walk the mile each way. I enjoyed the walk and it kept me fit and slim. For nobody's benefit but my own. If it was less clement I'd take the bus and if I had lots of shopping I'd take the car. The...
Author's note: Tina is a very sweet, giggly, athletic girl whom I had the privilege to chat to online a while ago. She is 19, 5'10 tall, with brown curly hair and brown eyes. She has c cup breasts and gets turned on by dirty talk and very rough sex. This series documents my various encounters with Tina and the sexy adventures we had when chatting. Today it...
I had been coming to these nearly-weekly events for a couple of months. Following a rather traumatic divorce, I'd decided to relocate back to Chicago and to re-engage in real-life BDSM activities, which I'd completely avoided during my years of marriage. Rather reserved by nature, I'd known that it would take a while to re-immerse myself into the lifestyle c...
She did this every year, so the call came as no surprise. In fact, I had been expecting it for the last few days. The only surprise was that it took so long. I was sitting with my wife having our coffee after dinner when the phone rang. As I got up to answer, my wife gave me a knowing glance but did not say a word. It was as if we both knew instinctively. "...