Chapter III Painted Whores Beverley didn't yet feel confident enough to hand in her notice at the library; she wanted to be certain that she could earn enough money selling her body as a prostitute on a regular basis. Dorothy had been fascinated and impressed by her encounter with the businessmen at a hotel and wanted to know all the details. But what inter...
Dawna and Rich were good friends, well at least when they were when they were drinking. Dawna would call Rich when she was horny and visa versa, friends with benefits. Rich and Dawna were out on the town dancing and having a quite a few drinks one Friday night when Dawna started to flirt and kiss Rich hot and heavy. Rich whispered in her ear, telling Dawna...
She took control and did that seat me in the bidet and took the hair trimmer. - Only I go for trimming it in order that it become more natural and also in this way not sting you when it revert to growing. The hair trimmer got on number 3 and she placed herself on one's knees among my legs. The short dressing gown had opened completely showing up that delic...
Author's note: Consider the story below romanticized autobiography-a window into my intimate personal routine and thoughts. It is both arousing and scary to share something this personal so I hope you enjoy. The story is short, and ends abruptly, but I promise it will continue (it did in real life). Your comments are always welcome! -Carol ***** Most of my...
"Tanya!" Tanya heard her name being called from across the mall but the mall was fairly busy and with all the sound reflections she wasn't clear which direction to look. "Tanya!" She heard her name called again and felt an odd quiver charge through her body. The voice was male and vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite place it. Then from right behind he...
When Gepetto got in, Dimity was unsure of his mood. "Are-do you want a beer, Master?" Gepetto was such a glorious creature. He wore one of those vests that emphasized his muscled chest, and those enormous arms. But he was getting older, and it annoyed him that he wasn't receiving the attention from the young women that he'd once had. When Dimity had told G...
Like all young women when growing up I had to confront the issue of pubic hair. Although very much English, there is some Spanish blood somewhere in the family and I am quite dark and hairier than average. The fashion was (and is) for bald pussy and I followed suit. I started shaving down there and continued to do so through my student days, as this is the c...
It is a little intimate ritual. And I like having readied all the details with care, of way than when she enters at the bathroom all is ready to begin. She takes off her dressing gown and he keeps only a white and short T-shirt. Her timidness's the latter refuge; Because she is embarrassed from exposing herself completely. I do that she sit down in a littl...
As we left the salon gram headed back towards Sears. Sure enough we stopped by that play area and in I went run around and have fun. I was pretty self conscious for the first few minutes, but I kind of began to get into it playing a game of hop-scotch. When Gram finally said it time to go I was amazed that half an hour had passed. I wasn’t going to argue tho...
If Glade expected her apprentice to be more shocked than she was by her account of the violence that had decimated her tribe she was disappointed. Ivory was more indignant at the rudeness of rebuffing a welcome than distressed by the account of the bloodshed. In any case, Glade was reluctant to give a full account of the horrors that followed. It was painful...