Chapter 7: In For a Penny Our second night at the studio was much like the first, except that nobody had to disrobe since none of us had dressed. We gathered again in the room furnished with tumbling mats and soft furniture, and watched another tableau. I suppose it was a variation on an old theme -- the family that plays together stays together. In this ca...
There was a knock on the door. Sandy had phoned and said he was on his way over, something he wanted to talk about. I was always worried when Sandy called with something to talk about. Sandy was a "do-gooder." Not a busybody do-gooder, but the real deal. He helped with causes. He volunteered, and was prepared to do the sort of things others wouldn't do. When...
I was in a bar consuming drinks at an alarming rate, I took another sip of my vodka and smiled. A guy was making an effort to chat me up. He was way too intoxicated, he was failing miserably. I feared he would either pass out or be unable to acquire an erection. I was barely taking notice of his drunken drive when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "You know you...
Jerri looked out of her window and couldn't shake the thought that she was being watched. She'd been feeling this way ever since she left work yesterday. She knew it was probably because she was feeling guilty for what occurred in the classroom. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid as to allow what happened. Never in her six years as a teacher, had an...
I was a virgin when Richard and I first had sex. He had to finger me to stretch me out, and the first time, he couldn't even penetrate all the way because it hurt so much. This happened when I was 25 and he was 32. But the second time he fucked me, I was beginning to get the rhythm and soon after, I learned to really love being fucked. He was eight years ol...
I sit in a corner booth sipping my beer watching the people in the bar. The door opens and you walk in. You're wearing tight low waist skirt that stops mid thigh barely hiding the black lace boyshort panties I bought you just for this occasion. Your top is a deep v-neck blouse that leaves very little to the imagination. The dark of your nipples are just hidd...
With my big titties exposed from my sheer blouse and open-tittie bra, and my oh, so very tiny skirt that left little to the imagination, I climbed up on one of the long lunch tables, on my knees. My alabaster ass was exposed, and I made certain my legs were spread far enough apart that my Precious cunt could be seen as I crawled passed the men. I looked into...
"What if you worked for me?" "Work for you?" June looked at him. "I don't know how to do anything, Malcolm. I haven't had a job in an office in—" "No," he said with a big laugh, "not that kind of work." "You mean, hooking for you with you as my pimp?" "Well, I wouldn't phrase it like that, but yeah, I guess. Only, I'd call it more of an escort service."...
Opening notes: I actually wrote this in a series of text messages to a "friend" of mine. I've cleaned up some of the grammar and spelling, but essentially, the story is unchanged. I have also chopped the story into two pieces, with a third that was actually written for her first, but with a little editing, can be set as a few months after the first two. T...
inspired by MJP... * * * * * Lauren woke up and stretched out on the big brass bed. Her shoulder-length brown hair in disarray. Not really wanting to get up, but then she remembered her date with Michael for lunch. They were meeting at his office in two hours. Slowly she rises and makes her way to the bathroom. Assessing herself in the mirror, her green ey...