(Please read ‘Jenny - The First Chapter’ before reading this chapter) Do you remember those questions I was asking myself as I slowly recovered from what could only be described as an orgy of unrestrained sexual pleasure? My mind had been in a spin. Had I got the job that I wanted? Did it matter? What would work be like tomorrow? Could I ever face Mr....
This probably makes more sense if you read chapters 1-4 first. ***** Scarpelli loved riding the C-Class with the top down through the pre-dawn darkness of the Cape Fear. He could open the beast up and cruise into the tunnel of the night, smooth jazz on Sirius, eyes alert for deer, but otherwise flying like an eagle along I-40. He had a lot on his mind. Thi...
Lyla buckled her seatbelt and set her bag on next to her, in the front seat sat Clarke, Mr Howe was in the passenger side looking through a folder on his lap. The car was stifling, she could feel herself sticking to the leather seats. She had been dreading this meeting, the overseas investors were crucial to their plans to salvage the company. Not knowing wh...
Helene dreaded Wednesday evenings at St Cats. Straight after dinner, when they should still be digesting and chilling out, the girls were herded down to the gym and told to pick their activity. Helene sought out Miranda in the crowd. Miranda always picked running. It wasn't just her slight short-sightedness and vane refusal to wear her glasses, Miranda was...
Standing on the pavement outside the club, Caretta shivered, the fur coat wrapped about her body doing little to keep out the cold of the windswept night, the dampness of the earlier rain permeating her every pore. Nervous and unsure what the night held she stepped closer to her Master, her hair blowing softly on the breeze to brush his cheek in a soft cares...
Her palms were sweaty, it was her first day back at work after the conference fuck up. Clarke was still in a meeting when she arrived. Lyla had yet to see her boss. She had cleaned his desk and already made lunch reservations for him and Cassie, she was over compensating for her mistake which could cost the company millions, she just hoped with all the meeti...
Making love to the celeb's ass and feet. Yes, this is a foot fetish story. There's other stuff, too, like blowjobs and ass-fucking. But if feet aren't your thing, this ain't for you. ***** I was at a charity fundraiser, which, I was told beforehand, would play host to a number of celebrity guests. Standing in my best suit sipping a glass of champagne,...
London, June 12, 1804 Honorable Sir! It has come as a great surprise to hear from You after such a long time. Fourteen years in all, if I am not mistaken. How very cheeky of You to even suggest I might not remember You any longer! However, as I am certain You are well aware, I am married now. I have children of my own, am very happy and settled in my life...
Hi all. This is my first post here, so please be gentle with me! I initially wrote this for a pen-pal who gave their blessing on me sharing it with more people. So here you go - I hope you all enjoy reading it just half as much as I enjoyed writing it! :) Very briefly, the story is about a young man and an older woman, a client at his massage clinic. It goe...
Hi, Thanks for sticking with the story. I promise there's good stuff in this part and the next as well, just keep reading and enjoy. As always, I'd love to hear from you in the comments or via PM. Let me know what you think. CaringAndDemanding ***** When Emmy woke the next morning, the bed was empty. As long as it had taken her to get to sleep, she had...