Lying almost naked on her bed, Hilary slid her hand under the waist of her panties and slowly glided her fingers towards her aching pussy. The moment she touched her hot, hard clit she let out a low gasp. She glided her fingers slowly around her clit in a circular motion as she closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Her fingers slipped lower, teasing at th...
I have developed a fascination about people who secretly get themselves off in public. A couple of years ago I began to experiment with various techniques like sitting daydreaming (fantasizing) while I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs. After realizing that I could occasionally sneak an orgasm, I started to watch for others who might be doing the same t...
Already, my feet hurt wearing these narrow flats. The pantyhose bunched up in my crotch and wrinkled every time I moved. I bought the queen size and it is a little too big in the hips. I had to roll it up to make it tight enough around my legs. I guess my thighs are smaller than women who wear these size pantyhose. The bra felt as though I was wearing a kna...
This piece of erotic literature is dedicated to my net friend Sweety who provided the plot and requested me to write a story: Hi! I am Sweety. I want to tell you the things which our domestic servant Bahadur is doing. I am 20 and living with my parents and younger sis ;ho is 18. My mom Dolly is 40 but you can’t say that she is mother of two grown up babes....
Today was just like any other day. A routine trip to the store for household essentials. I was running low on condoms that I kept in my bedside drawer just in case a dude ever tries to pull the oldest trick in the book and say he forgot one, or was allergic to latex or lamb skin. The exact reason why I kept a variety pack with every kind of rubber under the...
As I handed Nadia the file in my hand she rewarded me with the loveliest of smiles. I always got a special thrill from the way in which Nadia smiled. If nothing else it was the way her hazel eyes would sparkle. Without conscious thought my eyes glanced downwards towards her chest taking in the delicious sight of her exposed cleavage. She was wearing a dark t...
Jane waited in the hall outside the room on a cold wooden bench. It was 1860 and a cold day for the summer. The wind howled outside the church annexe in which she sat. This was to be her first birching as most girls never did anything to deserve such a severe punishment... but she had. It was a Sunday. She'd attended church that morning with her family, but...
I remember the exact day Alice moved in next door. It was my eighteenth birthday. The moving van had already left, but she was still carrying items in from her car. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, a few extra pounds, but all in the right places... damn I love a full bodied woman. On the pretense of taking out the trash, I went out front to get a bet...
Who understands the things that shape us, that mold us into the strange sexual beings we eventually become? I'll be eighty-one this coming November, and I think I know why, for me, it always began with the panties. It wasn't the flash of white that I caught when a school chum of mine came down the slide, or even later, the sheer black lace that covered the b...
The room felt smaller the moment she walked in. Her confidence was enviable, she had the attention of every man in the room, every woman too, and she knew it. Lucie found herself subconsciously backing into a corner, despite being surrounded by friends, they all knew this girl took centre stage, whether she asked for it or not. "Can I get you a chair, Sash...