Heather sighed as she fidgeted with her hands. Maybe that was why women carried those little clutch bags? Not to hold their make-up or the keycard that she had stashed in the band of her stocking, but to give them something, anything, to do with their hands at moments like this. She stood on the landing at the top of the stairs, looking about the large for...
"Want to have sex?" Claire asks me. Since we are both teachers, we don't teach in the summer. It is the afternoon. She's watching TV, and I'm painting some miniatures. "Right now?" I ask looking up from the model I'm working on. "Why not?" "I'm kind of doing something." "What if we do something special? I know you like it when I suggest things," she say...
Her face is perfect, angelic. Her eyes are a soft blue, her hair pale blond. Her features are delicate and childlike, her lips plump and tinted a soft rose. Her body is slender and sylphlike, sheathed in a high-waisted slip of a dress, gauzy and coy. He wants her, wants to possess the innocence she embodies, wants to drive himself into it, own it and shut i...
Please God No! Not that I can't stand it, I really I can't' The words tumbled hurriedly out of Claire's mouth as she struggled instinctively against the bonds that held her firmly to the chair. Peter was oblivious to her plea for mercy. In fact her hysterical pleading excited him even more. He sat now on the edge of his chair. Inches away from him, Claire...
This story involves the following; non-humiliating cuckolding, voyeurism and exhibitionism, swinging and MILF/student sex. *** The back area of the bar's parking lot was deserted as I swung the car around and found as unobtrusive a spot that I could before turning off the engine. The street light a few yards down provided just enough illumination withou...
The restaurant was small and elegant—white linen, crystal stemware—with attentive but not obsequious service. He ordered salade niçoise and mineral water and told Elizabeth she could have some wine but not anything to eat. He ate strawberries for dessert. She drank a second glass of wine. When they finished, he paid in cash and left a generous tip. They too...
God, another aisle of Midwestern, north woods, "gone fishin'" kitsch. Stanton harbored a roiling caldron of irritation for pulling off the interstate. The billboards boasted the best antiques in the state, but the tiny, central Wisconsin town offered a meager two shops. While it felt good to stretch his legs, the promising detour appeared to be a waste of ti...
Firstly, thank you for you kind comments and feedback, they are very much appreciated, and secondly I must apologise for the lack of proof reading in my previous chapter. I hope this chapter is better. Thanks KinkyBiLad Mathew had just finished firing his load deep into my bruised and red ass, with a loud grunt. This sent his friend Gareth over the edg...
This is the first time I have ever written anything like this. But please enjoy :) It had been a long day. The train from London was groaning with its brimming capacity of passengers, all of whom were sticky with the July Heat. Whether you liked the person next to you or not, you were face-to-face with them. Each time the train's horned sounded, it was li...
The Eternal City's soirees always captivated Bliss, and tonight was no exception. The grand hall of Lady Seawhisper's city house buzzed with life and glamour, musicians filling the air with the delicate strains of the classic dance standbys while the various peers and lesser nobles of the realm added the vital counterpart of soft leather soles on polished si...