Dinner time in the Barker house. Always a welcome respite from the cooler weather. My husband Lucas and I had originally come from Australia, as did our two dinner companions - Zachary and his husband Kyle. We were not just friends. We had been companions in life from day one. You see, Lucas's mother and my mother were best friends. So were Lucas and Zachar...
"Come on! I think you'll really like him!" Allie repeated down the phone. "Brad introduced me to him at the Christmas party, he's cute." She continued, "oooh and he's a total geek, like you!" "Thanks, I love you too!" I sighed. "You know what I mean hon, you have a lot in common." She says. "Plus you haven't gotten laid in forever, maybe you'll get lucky!"...
I groaned. Jesus, I felt awful. Mother of God, I had the hangover of all hangovers. Gingerly I opened my eyes, and promptly shut them again. Even with the curtains shut the light seared the backs of my eyeballs. I groaned again, and prayed for death; anything to take away the pounding in my head which felt as if a herd of elephants were on the rampage....
"What are you wearing?" asked Tom. Since their heated romance began two weeks earlier, the young man had asked Angelina that same sexual foreplay question over the telephone a number of times. On this occasion, however, his tone was different, and far less attractive. He sounded desperate, nervous and clingy. "Ugh! Will you please stop?" answered an annoy...
"I kind of understand, Mr. Aycock, but not really." Cres smiled hesitantly at Wart, her boss. He was a great guy. Cressida Palmer, christened for the vehicle in which she was conceived, struggled to understand her employer. "Please, Cres, call me Wart." He smiled, and offered her some Earl Grey. They were an awkward pair sitting in his big parlor. "That'...
As a quiet, shy 20 year old Chris had difficulty with confidence. He had a job in a stockroom for a high street shop which was fine but when he was occasionally asked to help a customer, he became really nervous. Social interaction was hard for him. He'd become flustered and would sweat profusely. He'd been dragged into meetings with managers and told to get...
Maylee Lamb sat at her desk, staring blankly at her laptop screen. She'd been trying all afternoon to fix a final production file that was supposed to go to the printers tomorrow, and she was thoroughly exhausted. She wanted to just say "fuck it, good enough" and go home, but the young artist found her perfectionist streak to be a deadly foe. Now it was late...
Peter and his wife Felicity sat in their reserved seats in the carriage, waiting for the train to leave Kings Cross. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of young female voices, laughing and giggling outside in the corridor. The door to their compartment flew open and in walked four scantily clad young girls, chattering away excitedly. They stoppe...
Lady Tarabell Arkson was pretty. She was sitting behind a lower wall. The upper wall had been dragged aside and into a pocket. One of her arms was resting on the top edge of the lower wall. Her layered, long sleeves were hanging out and over, displaying the floral motifs on the outer and inner layers. Her blonde hair was in a pair of braids looped on each...
This story picks up after my last one titled, "My first time becoming a slut" and is based on a true story of my next adventure. Weeks had passed and I had found myself thinking about my first time. I did find it sexy and do admit that I was curious to try it again. I did not confess that to anyone though. It was just something I would think about and cum t...