My experience with people in general, not just women, is that they tell you what they want you to know. If you are quiet, they'll tell you everything. People tell you things in words, in actions and in non verbal ways. A woman tells you what she wants you to know by her appearance, her scent. The more she pays to details, the more she wants you to see. A man...
As they sat in the cave, sheltered from the rain, the gypsy looked at the man she'd come to love, a foreign man she hardly knew; only that he had saved her life. He rarely spoke to her and even then it was in often in a quiet, shortened mumble. Only twice had he said more than two sentences to her in the five years she'd known him. She was thirteen, then,...
Disclaimer: This story is NOT based on the Girl’s Gone Wild videos. I do not own the material from popular commercials that I have used in this story. This story is not related to those companies. I do not own the song Windy sung by Association. Note: This is my first attempt at humor. This story is kind of silly and is not meant to be taken seriously. Just...
That day after the first night together, I needed to think things through. What had I started? I believed like every unfaithful husband that it wouldn't hurt anyone. I was in control and it was just a little fun. Who could be hurt? I sat in the ten o'clock 'The Review of Emerging Risks Meeting' run by a very serious person in head office, via a video confe...
[This is my first story submission, so please bear with me and let me know what you think.] * Nearly five o'clock, thought Anne, sighing with weariness as she rolled her head on her neck, trying to rid herself of the perpetual ache of tension. She was looking forward to the end of the day at work and vowed to herself, and her dog who'd been left at home fo...
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"Are we whores?" Liz turned from the mirror where she was applying her makeup and stared at her roommate. "Are we whores? What do you mean?" "Are we prostitutes?" Christy clarified as she checked out a black spandex outfit and a red latex dress. "I mean, we're paid to be at the club. We're paid to be sexy and hang around. No one ever said we had to have s...
For anyone that needs some background information, you should probably read my first manuscript, Girls Night Out, Part 1. My husband encouraged me to write this, a description of my first extramarital encounter, that started a new lifestyle for us. It does not deal at all with violence, humiliation, or human degradation; it is more of a synopsis of how one w...
Within an hour after I had enjoyed a magnificent orgasm in bed with my pretty little Cuban maid, Maggie (See "Cinnamon's Secrets, Chapter 1"), I was beginning to feel horny again. I decided to venture out of the condo and see who I might find to satisfy the nymphomaniacal itch that I felt in my pussy. It was a cool autumn day in New York, so I put on a some...
Ethan couldn't have been more excited. The first week of hockey camp had been a blast. He had learned quickly he was a much better skater than last year, and that he was as good or better than most of the other guys there, even some of the older guys. He had learned new ways to score and how to hit someone hard against the boards. Now he was looking forward...