This story is written from multiple points of view. John and Jessica are married. Jill, Marci and Pam are John's employees. This is a long story, but I prefer not to write in parts Thanks to LSEiland for her very helpful editing Jessica: I was at home on a Friday, looking forward to the weekend, when the phone rang around 3 pm. I heard the hushed voice of...
She rides, she shudders. She sucks air into her throat, says Ooh as it cools her. She squeezes your knees with fingers so tense the knuckles have turned white. She swishes her head down and you wrap your fingers around black and yellow hair. Regrowth is coming through, fresh, happy hair pushing the sad hair away. She's facing away, twisting and shimmying on...
Her pussy was as wet as, perhaps wetter, than it had ever been. His weight on her was well, different than that of the man who had exclusively hovered over her for the past 20 years. He felt different. Actually it was what she did not feel that was different. Even with his arms fully extended her husband's stomach rested on her abdomen as he thrust his hips...
TIME TO WAKE UP The light was streaming in, and I could feel the warmth of the day developing. I was really groggy this morning. I had slept for almost 10 hours; I guess I needed it. I was also somewhat horny. I had had several sexy dreams, and my nipples were hard when I woke up. It must have been all that sexual energy from yesterday. I smiled to myself,...
I had waited all week for this evening. If I was lucky I might be able to see Sarah nude. Sarah is my neighbor and is a real fox! With her blonde hair and killer body, man, like I said, a real foxy chick. She usually goes out with the girls on Thursday evenings, comes home around 10:30 and is normally a little bit tipsy. Her bedroom window is at ground level...
In high school I had been a late bloomer. I was a skinny gawky girl with braces and thick glasses who was very quiet and timid. I never had a date and had few friends other than girls like myself. I finally began to fill out the end of my sophomore year in college. By then I was a total grind and not the least bit interested in the attention I began to rec...
Author's note: This was my eighth trip to Europe. They say that the jet lag means less every time you fly the pond, but I don't think that's true. What I do think is that we learn to live with it, but that our bodies still feel it, every time. The focus is to be on one day, one day only. Here's the story of that day. * * * * * I woke up in a strange place...
During the first summer after finishing High School, my parents had planned a family vacation for me and my little sister; I was getting too old to enjoy tagging around with them so I convinced them not to make me go along. They understood my lack of interest in going to see historical landmarks with them but didn't trust me to stay home alone. Hence they ha...
"No," he said plainly, his unstrained voice coming from behind me. As soon as the word fell from his lips, the wooden paddle made connection on my naked backside with a sharp crack. The reverberation registered such pain that I almost had to tell him to stop but I didn't...I couldn't. It was a matter of pride at this point. Yes, I had to endure his training...
If you haven't already, I suggest reading "Office Hours" and "A Second Visit during Office Hours" to get up to speed. * * * I had graduated and ventured out into that scary void known to college students as "the real world." My reaction was similar to others in my situation: "Now what?" After pondering this question for a good amount of time, I realize...