This story follows on after Amanda's first night with her college art teacher, Graham. It starts on the following day, her project/exam day. ***** I felt a cool breeze pass over my naked breasts and cursed myself for leaving the bedroom widow open. My nipples grew hard as the breeze caressed my skin, the smooth feel of the sheets on my naked body aroused m...
Most of the people that saw me fuck the boss his son and my husbands friend at his company new years party really got a show. Most of the company saw me used like a whore but I was begging for it like a slut. The funny thing is the more people that saw me the hotter I got. My husband got back to the party about 2 hours after he left. That 2 hours I was fuc...
Heidi took a cab home from the hospital. Despite the excitement she felt, she fell asleep on the trip. When she arrived home, she was surprised to find that her house, despite the fact that it had been the site of violence and death the night before, looked pretty much the way it always did. When she reached the front door, she found a note stuck under the...
I am Marianne. I am a fifty year old headmistress of a local girls school. I am also a nymphomaniac. I am also deeply in love – deeply in love with my cunt. I am well educated and extremely well spoken. I come from a good family and have an unfaithful husband and two twenty something daughters. I am petite, have small tits but extremely large and sensitive n...
It was an incredible weekend... an astounding two days. An ad in the paper at the Waffle House about a room for rent had peaked my interest, I don't know why. The woman on the phone (Claire Moore) had an incredibly sexy voice that compelled me to meet her. And there I was moving into a house with a lonely married woman whose husband was out of the country...
“I’m okay. C’mon Jan, it was your standard California earthquake. Well of course it’s all over the news, it’s an official natural disaster. There is no need for you to drop everything and fly home. Just imagine that conversation with your agent, your editor, and the publisher - exactly. Look, I’m fine, the house is fine, and the rest of the houses in the nei...
The arrival of Carl's text expressing his approval of Cindy's discovery of the nude beach and yet another innuendo about having sex with an African lover alleviated Cindy's guilt about her infidelity. She knew women who had negotiated understandings with their husbands that liberated them from their marriage vows. She had on several occasions when the loneli...
Rich and Clare were in their mid thirties and married for 12 years. Their Saturday mornings were spent in the conventional fashion, shopping, banking, haircuts and the hardware store. Unless they were overwhelmed with their to-do list they also typically managed coffee or lunch before returning home. One Saturday they found themselves in an unfamiliar cof...
Doug knew better. He knew this was not something he was allowed. Involvement with the family was NOT permitted. But he was human, after all. Betsy was the essence of love, of everything Doug had always wanted. He couldn't help himself, no more than he could stop breathing. So, Doug indulged his heart, allowing Betsy's body to press against his, her mouth t...
Her jet black hair was bound in a tight French braid, accentuating her exotic, catlike almond-shaped eyes and her high, perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Her small, almost child-like pink mouth seemed to form a tiny pout as she studied the papers spread out before her. “Damn…” she kept murmuring, frowning to herself, completely oblivious to the man staring at h...