After the shock of walking into the house from work and seeing my girlfriends, after the kisses and hellos and a scolding, affectionate look at my husband, I sat at the patio table and was handed a beer and got the details. My silly husband, bless him, knew how I enjoyed my nights with the girls, without our husbands, just chatting and eating things we shoul...
I first met Mona while I was out of town working for a few days at my firm's other office in another state. Sitting by myself at the hotel bar she approached me, clad in jeans and a suede halter top, with a sexy little smile on her oh-so perfect lips. She slid onto the stool next to me and proceeded to order a long island iced tea. I was prepared to get stuc...
"You know, for an alleged top, you sure do have a lot of tightfitting pants and skinny jeans." Alison DiLaurentis said almost conversationally as she rummaged through Mona Vanderwaal's closet without sparing the other girl a look, "God, how didn't I realise until now that you were just a bottom begging to get your sexy ass enslaved?" Mona blushed, but she d...
Mona disappointed me today and must therefore be taught a lesson. Mona came to me and asked to be my slut, I didn't search her out and I really didn't want a new cum slut submissive in my life, but since she asked so nicely, I decided to try to indulge her. She is new to being a slave and has no concept of the rules. She thought that she could tell me what t...
Cindy could not sleep that night. The thoughts of her first lesbian encounter with Mona rushed through her mind. She laid in bed playing with herself most of the night. She came so many times thinking about what had happened that day that her pussy was sore. Finally, it was morning. She excitedly gathered up the list of addresses to deliver the meals to and...
At age 33 Mona's life had become stable. She was about 5'7" and 120 lbs. Her face and hair were attractive and her body was in good shape. Her most obvious physical attribute was her 34DD chest and that fact was a huge influence in her life. She'd found and married a man, Tim, who worshipped her chest. He had other strong points and Mona loved him but she kn...
They met at a going-away party for mutual friends. It was a text-book case; his eyes met her tits across the room...and gradually his eyes moved up and met hers. He blushed slightly that she had caught him ogling her, but began moving across the room towards her when she merely smiled lightly at him. As he approached her he continued to check her out; she wa...
If a Muslim man can date or even marry a Christian woman or a Jewish woman, why can't a Muslim woman do the same thing with a Christian man or a Jewish man? Aren't they "People of the Book" too, according to Islam? That's the question Mona Wahid asked herself for the thousandth time as she walked through the crowded hallways of Carleton University in the Cit...
The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend. * * * * * My precious Purvi , Just back from my annual marketing trip abroad. Which is why I haven’t been able to write for such a while. Had an absolutely fabulous sexy weekend while in Europe, which I will write about in my next letter. Right n...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Spencer Hastings paced back and forth in her kitchen, stopping every so often to sip her 11th cup of coffee today. She was always heavily caffeinated and stressed out about something, but for o...