All characters in this story are over the age of 18. This story is completely fictional. *~*~*~*~* My name is Sally. I live in an apartment with my 5 college roommates; Alice, Sarah, Jane, Kelly and Sophie. They don't know that I have a couple of secrets. Firstly I'm a lesbian, secondly I'm quite a slut. Let me tell you a little more about myself. I am a...
Kitten wakes up turning to curl up next to Master, eyes pop wide open when He's not there. He has never been there when she wakes up. Jumping from bed quickly putting a robe on thinking she has missed seeing him off to work like every morning. Sore and still tingling from the nights before pleasures, but concerned why Master didn't wake you up before work. L...
I'm so tired... I shuffle into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I take the coffee from the cabinet and smell it when I open the lid. God, I love coffee. As I add the grounds and the water to the machine, I go through the day's routine in my head. 'That sales report is due at work today, and I've got to pay the cable bill before I forget. Oh and th...
My friend Zac and I were hanging out on the redwood patio of a Northern California coffeeshop. Everywhere, I could see the excited green of the ferns through the diamonds of the lattice. We were just sipping this groovy French Press and shooting the wind. "One day, a long time ago, but easily confused with today or tomorrow, I lost a girl in a coffee shop,...
Coffee seemed to be the pole around which life revolved then. Take the coffee bar in the hotel beside the railway station, where Jane used to arrive on her commuter train in the morning. I usually got there first, and would grab the window table – our table, it was, for a season – looking out over City Square. Sometimes I would sneak a look at the crossword...
When I arrive at Your home, You greet me with a slow gentle kiss. It is early afternoon and You tell me that W/we have a number of tasks to accomplish. Inwardly, I am disappointed because I don't want to share You with anything or anyone. You tell me we have to go to the grocery to get some things for dinner and that You plan to cook for me this evening. The...
To start off with I only like to eat my own cum. While I call this a week in the life it didn't happen in one whole week. It actually did happen though and is all true but it may have happened over a span of a month or two. Here is a little back ground. My wife and I have been happily married for over 20 years and she is the one that started me on the path...
My daily routine is simple, efficient, and- well, routine. I am an early riser and follow the same path every morning for a short, brisk walk to the university gym. An hour of exercise follows, then a scathingly hot shower and the purchase of a bagel and some fruit from the small commissary in the student union. Six hours of interminable classes, hour after...
„And this will be your desk for the next three months.“ says Tom, the employee, who shows Mike around in the company, where he just started an internship. Mike sits down at his desk and hopes, that Tom would now explain him, what he has to do. „What are you doing? There's coffee to be made! The kitchen's over there.“ Mike starts going towards the door, Tom i...
He went back for coffee at exactly the same time the next day. As he walked there from the office he did a quick analysis in his head. He considered a number of factors. If she was a regular she would be there. It was rare that he got coffee in the afternoon so for all he knew she was there every day. If he had planted the seed he hoped to have planted she w...