She looked good in her new underwear: a white and lacy bra pushing her large breasts up and together, French knickers highlighting the delicious curves of her cute arse. Her red hair hung loose around her pretty face, brushing her shoulders. She looked innocent and sweet - ready to be corrupted! I walked slowly towards her, maintaining eye contact as I drew...
I slid the black thong up my thighs and over my large ass. I admired myself in the mirror, my purple top brushing the top of the panties. They were lace with a wide waistband that cut into a V through my crotch. They were split down the middle with three ribbons to tie them up. Each ribbon was tied into a smart bow. I blushed, looking at myself, and pulled m...
Hey, there. My name is Roselyn Xavier. I'm the best friend of a bisexual guy. And I'm in love with him. I first met Jason Des Moulin when we were both seniors at Zulu Academy, a historically Black private school in the city of Boston where the African-American elite of New England have been sending their sons and daughters for years. The school's student bod...
In '95 Ron was working in the Dallas area, flying home on weekends. This one particular weekend, instead of returning home, I flew down to be with him. It was the weekend of the Bedford Blues Festival and we planned to go listen to some tunes. The weather was warm and I was wearing a short denim skirt (with panties!), sheer, low-cut blouse, no bra and sanda...
The day started out with few words between us as we had an argument the night before. We were going about our usual morning routine when the phone rang. It was from a friend of mine who plays in a band and invited us to hear them play by the fountain at 11:30AM. It was now almost 10:00 and we needed to hurry and get ready. My wife was out tending to the anim...
Finally, my workday was over. All I had to do now was to turn off my computer, take the elevator down to the ground floor, head out the front door and I was a free man. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel like a prisoner when I work, it is just that this was in June, the sun was shining and I couldn’t wait to get out of this building of glass and steel to enjoy...
This story will contain many elements that reasonable people should find offensive. Lucky we're all mature adults (although most of you probably aren't very mature) who understand that this is fantasy not reality, and no one is being hurt, other than my fingertips and the general moral balance of the universe. I'd love to hear any suggestions or ideas, part...
Ashley loved to suck dick. All throughout high school, she was known as the blow job queen. She'd sucked off every boy in the school and pretty much everyone she'd met at parties (and, it was well known, a party wasn't a party without Ashley Brooks). She loved to feel of a hot, hard rod in her mouth, the texture of the sensitive head, mapping the veins with...
Michael Booth looked up from the reports as his door tentatively opened. "Ah, Miss O. There you are. Please, come in." Amy made her way into the office, her hands nervously clutching her latest article. She watched as her employer looked her over with his deep blue eyes. "You, uh, wanted to see me, sir?" Amy asked. "Yes, I was just looking over your work...
I'd get a room for the evening. Text you the location and time. Lets say...6:30 PM. And what my whim for the night is. Tonight, I want Victorian, I think. Wear a long skirt, long-sleeved white or cream blouse, high necked. Put your hair up. Boots with heels. Underwear? do you even have to ask? Do wear a bra, though. I like playing with them. A knock. "Come...