Long before I met my Hubby and became half of a commercial fishing family business, I worked in corporate America down in Seattle. Here is a holiday sex story from those days. I admit it. I have been sleeping with the boss. He is a generous, well-endowed guy. He treats me well at work and he shows me a great time when we are on a date. I was not surprised...
The blood in her ears ringing like bells in a cathedral, every heartbeat threatening to violate her visible composure. Inside she's racing, on the outside she's calm. It's how he likes it. You're a good girl aren't you? She's on her knees. Arms raised up behind her head. Wrists tied tightly. Blindfold secure. The wood on the deck isn't worn enough to stop...
She was there, right on his doorstep. She'd appeared out of nowhere, like an angel to save him. He'd been slowly decreasing his sanity, thinking about her. And here she was, a sudden appearance, surprising the hell out of him. He tried to speak, but she wouldn't let him. She put a finger to his lips and a hand on his chest, pushing him back. He went along...
Alice woke up with a start; she had had another nightmare, only this time it seemed so real. She got up and walked to the window of her small room that was her home, and her prison. Alice had been locked in Williams mental hospital for almost a year now. She did not remember much of her life outside the hospital, mostly just bits and pieces of a broken child...
The house was quiet. I was snuggled in my bed...my head filled with naughty dreams. In my dreams, I reach over for him and pull close...his body heat feels so good against my chest. I drape a leg over his hip, pressing my sex into his skin and feel him push back at me. I move closer...my breasts flattening against his back...the hair there rubbing against my...
Thank you to Kingswoman for editing my story. Please check out her audio stories. I find they have a big effect on me (wink). ***** I don't like the women you see in professional porn. Perfect hair, trim bodies and false tits. Not for me and I suspect many men feel the same. Give me a proper woman every time. With pussy hair, underarm hair (yes really), an...
It was a decent Christmas party, lots of people, laughing, drinks flowing, good food. The music wasn't bad, but at some point it was just too much... too loud, too hot, too many people. I set my drink down carefully, maybe I'd had enough. I needed some air. I looked for him while I walked through the crowd, trying to find a door that would let me escape into...
Music: Glitter, by Rafferty So, here's what I remember of that dream I told you about (where you were fully clothed, but I was not). You had a goal, a design that I didn't immediately recognize, when your fingers slipped inside me and our foreheads touched. You knelt between my thighs, playing my body confidently, a fingertip gently strumming the hot, swo...
It had been a long time since we'd actually had two minutes to ourselves, to be alone. We'd finally gotten our asses to the hotel in downtown Pittsburgh and the king size bed looked extremely appetising as we strolled through the double doors leading to our suite. It was the usual room we always had when we stayed in Pittsburgh and I heard the usual response...
John and I were married many years ago, and both of us were virgins on our wedding night -- sure a little heavy petting before the marriage -- but that was all. In the first few years, it was pretty much just missionary position, but I rarely found it pleasurable and never had an orgasm from vaginal penetration. John's cock is pretty small, certainly by porn...