Gretel squeezed into another white girdle, hooked on her black stockings, and slid white panties up to cover her nest. After strapping on her bra, she wiggled into a tight black satin dress. Even in the dim bedroom light, the material glimmered seductively. She stepped into black patent leather pumps, two-and-a-half inches high instead of the stilts she'd w...
Reading the earlier chapters will give you perspective on the progression here, although you can read this as a stand alone piece. After the last few nights (and days!!), I needed recharging. I piloted the Wet n Wild across the bay to a marina where I knew the dock master, Bobby. Bobby helped me tie down and we shared a beer and caught up. I mentioned th...
It was at the end of May 1993 that I lost my virginity. Looking back, it is a memory that makes me laugh and shake my head in wonder. It was Memorial Weekend and my fiancé, now my husband, and I were driving around. We had been contemplating "doing it" for several weeks and finally we decided to get a hotel room. If something happened okay, if not "no big de...
Angelina leaned back against the padded seat. It was so peaceful here, listening to the splash of the oars and the ripple of the water around the boat. No father shouting, no servants running about, no sisters all chattering at once; just her and the boat and the lake ... and him. She let her hand trail in the cool water and closed her eyes. If only this w...
We'd been together for a while. The bond was there – clear and strong. I was his at one time – there was no question. There was nothing I'd deny him – nothing. I told him of my fantasies and many times he used them on the phone or in person to take my lust to different levels. He sent me instructions in emails and text messages and knew with all the certai...
Chapter Two: The Bitch Christina: Even before the taxi was out of the driveway, Winston was next to me, bending down to gather up my matched set of Louis Vuitton luggage. As he picked up the plastic duty free bag, the bottles inside clinked together giving me a chance to swat him with my white gloves; I'd wanted to hit somebody, anybody, for hours. "Be ca...
Well after my experience with 'demon appeaser' I was quite content of sexual adventure. I figured that such things happen to a person at most once in their lives. I guess I didn't count on this particular girl becoming obsessed. It was two nights later, the night before had gone completely uneventfully, it was a Wednesday night and those tended to be less b...
It's New Year's Eve, and I've been waiting for you to finish work for an hour. I'm wearing a long black backless dress, 4 inch heels, and have had my hair done in a very formal updo. The gym is empty, and has been since I got there. You've wanted to fuck me, but I want to keep my hair nice - we have reservations at a really nice hotel party to go to. After...
Anthony Valdez was a real looker, with dark hair and eyes. Like his Italian father, he was over 6 feet in height and out of his three friends, was the last to turn eighteen. Eighteen. He was finally an adult but yet, something still remained from his past. He was a virgin. Living in a co-ed Catholic Preparatory school, complete with uniforms and dormitories,...
** Every character in this story is well above the legal age to do what they are described doing. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is coincidental. ** A/N: The odd-numbered passages have the sex. The even-numbered passages are the love story. ***** ~1~ Lisette really likes being rimmed. She thinking about it at the moment because, at the mome...