"Imagine for a moment, if you would A life that's not defined in bad and good But chained instead with shameful aching need To eat the fruit and try to hide the seed." ___ Roger ___ Roger walks down the sidewalk, carrying a few small groceries in his re-usable bag. He likes to use his car as little as possible, "...keep her healthy for the next generatio...
I have developed a fascination about people who secretly get themselves off in public. A couple of years ago I began to experiment with various techniques like sitting daydreaming (fantasizing) while I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs. After realizing that I could occasionally sneak an orgasm, I started to watch for others who might be doing the same t...
There you are sitting in my business law class wearing a slit skirt with a silky white blouse under a jacket. Red see through bra and panties. 4" heels with black sheer to waste pantyhose with your hair in a french twist. Every male and probably any female with the slightest degree of lesbian leanings watches you as you walk to the front of the class and p...
Hi, Jorge here. I hope you liked this story I made and you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I welcome any criticism, but please remember this is my first story. ***** Hello, and welcome to the journal where I write my dirty adventures. Let me begin by introducing myself: my name's Jorge Robles, I'm a 41 year old Latino P.E. coach at my local sch...
I eye myself in the full-length mirror that hung behind my office door. I gently smooth the creases from my black pin-striped suit. The powers of the modern day woman enable me to wear a more feminine version of the business suit predominantly worn by men. I learned to appreciate this with each proud glimpse of myself in one of my suits. On a day like this,...
Melonie pulled into the driveway of her home. She sighed, shaking her head as she thought about the days events. Everyday at the law firm was becoming hell. She reached over into the passenger seat, grabbing her purse, jacket and briefcase. She turned off her car, and climbed out. After shutting the car door and locking it, she dropped her keys into her purs...
She stirs in her boots and moves her hands up to feel my body next to hers. "No—hands at your sides," I scold. She obeys. I pull her hair away from the side of her neck and begin tracing my lips along her exposed neck, beginning to kiss lightly, alternating kisses with intentional inhalations, pulling on her ear lobe with my lips, gradually working my way a...
Feeling giddy from the champagne and already excited by the prospect of what the next few hours would hold for me, I followed K out of the cafe and onto the street. 'Thank you, VV,' she said linking my arm. 'I appreciate you taking this last assignment for me. Eddy and I want to leave this all behind as soon as we can. I am happy that you came to Paris at t...
It'd been a long day and I couldn't wait to get out of my boots. I gave a big presentation that afternoon and I made sure to look my best. I had chosen a long skirt that was conservative, but slit up the side -- just a little higher than what was completely professional, and shiny black knee boots. The jacket I wore perfectly complimented my shape, giving ju...
MARCUS... It was such a dumb name to give, but it was the first one that popped into my head. I was lucky, extremely lucky, that she never noticed that it was the name on one of the waiters name tags. Probably because she was too focused on me to be bothered with noticing any of her other surroundings. When I took her hand and lead her out, though, the stu...