It’s a late night, after the slaughter house has shut down. You told me to wait for you in the carving room. I sit on a hard cold metal table in the middle of the dark, dark room. As my the back of my thighs touch the table my nipples get incredible hard and a shiver runs up my spine. My pussy begins to get wet with anticipation, I want to rub it through the...
Mary and I had been friends for a while, I'm not sure quite how long. It started as a casual friendship, we met through mutual friends, and while there was a clear attraction neither of us was ready to take the first step. That changed last weekend, starting on Friday night out with dinner with friends. As the evening progressed Mary and I seemed to drift aw...
Yearning burned inside her, but such intense desire was not easily extinguished. She wasn't even sure what she wanted. She only knew that no man had yet learned to master the complex puzzle that pieced together the whole of her. Few had the intellect, creativity, craftsmanship or insight – even more rare, the required attribute of great patience. She had fa...
I ran into an old girlfriend, Kathy, in a pub last week. It had been a few years since we had seen each other. Before the night was over we took up where we had left off, but this is a story about our first experience. Kathy was a manager of a retail pet supply store and was often the only employee working. My job in wholesale brought me to her store regula...
First shot at writing, the following events of this series are a mix of true events and fantasy. Up to you to figure out what is what. I will see what the feedback is like to see when the next chapter will be posted after making the required adjustments. At 23 years of age, I find myself in a position that I never thought I would be in. Living life as a...
Hello again, This is another chapter in an ongoing reminiscence about our group approach to higher education. It is meant to be fun and, hopefully, a little spicy. If some of this reflects your experiences and tastes, feel free to e-mail or let this inspire you to tell your story here.... ***** MARGARET I suppose I should explain Margaret, as much as I...
My mother always told me that it was just as easy to fall in love with a rich guy as it was a poor guy, or "even a middle-class guy," she used to joke. So I focused on meeting guys who were very well off. I had fun in college, was a cheerleader and a sorority girl at Florida State, even entered a few beauty contests, but I didn't want anything more than casu...
I had only intended to stop at the bar for a drink on the way home that Friday. Well, you know what Huxley said about good intentions; Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions, it is walled and roofed with them as well. I'd merely settled myself at the bar and ordered my neat scotch when Jorg sauntered up. I didn't know that was his name then, but it wa...
After my vacation in Greece, I proceeded onward to my next assignment: Bangkok, Thailand. To summarize my sex life up till then, I was almost 39 years old and the number of men I had bedded was the same as my age. (I'm an accountant; I've addicted to numbers and I've got to get them right before I can tell the story.) Bangkok was different from my life of t...
~ Friday evening, 9:00 p.m. Our group is jovial, enjoying the camaraderie that typically characterizes such gatherings. There is plenty of laughter, occasionally interspersed with serious threads of conversation about pressing issues. We've been at the restaurant for a couple hours already, running the poor waiter ragged with our random orders for food and...