It was a cool, autumn night. They had met at the parking lot at work, the place where she used to work up until a month ago. They were sitting together in his big Chevy truck with the heater warming their bodies up. It was silent. "I really had a good time," Candy turned to Jerry. He was sitting there with his cute sweats on, looking back at her with penet...
Chapter Six - Painting a Memory Finally, we got to work and started painting her walls. Sexually exciting standing so close to her, even when painting, we worked side by side. I painted the walls, while she painted the trim. With her place being so small and with not much to paint, the painting went really fas. Besides, with her bending over, I spent as muc...
I want to be an actress. I have the face, the body, and now I have the attitude. The face and body I received from my parents, two wonderful, liberated, Americanized Swedes. The attitude I received from one Professor Francois Fantoche. Msr. Fantoche teaches the arts thespian in a small, decrepit looking structure just a few blocks from Broadway; it truly...
It was a good day for an outing, the young teacher had taken her class of about ten children to the botanical gardens in the outskirts of the city. The main interest was the exploration of the mini jungle, and each child had their own leaflet and pad about each plant there was to see. The children listened attentively to Miss DiMera their teacher and jotted...
I always thought that the trouble with my friend Lacey was that she was so gullible. As much as I hate stereotypes Lacey is quite simply one stupid dumb blonde. Imagine this, a tall six foot statuesque girl, with curves in ALL the right places, firm but bouncy tits, a rounded ass that sways not wobbles when she walks, and that wonderful not quite honest tin...
Jake was a nice guy. He really was. Not in that "nice guys finish last" kinda way. Not like a Reddit troll. Just an awkward, autistic 27-year-old who was still hopelessly virginal. Even after reaching out over text and asking a female friend if she'd mind helping him with his "problem" as politely as he could...she'd refused. Ok, maybe he was a Nice Guy (™...
When Camilla returned home around lunchtime the next day, she saw Candice at her laptop, looking at pictures of nude Camilla on her new porn website. When Camilla came up behind Candice, Candice was looking at a picture of Camilla bent over with her legs spread wide open, her anus and vagina in clear view. Camilla (in the photo), looking upside down from bet...
The third chapter in my story of sexual awakening and the many thresholds I crossed one glorious summer a few years back. Again, I hope this does not get reclassified as BDSM the way Ch. 01 was. Thursday morning dawned with a gentle rain and no sunshine. I lay naked in bed for far too long, thinking about the previous three days and the thresholds I'd cr...
I was having a bad day. First of all, I have a boss who is sexy as hell. Second of all I have a major crush on him. Third, no matter what I do he won't give me a tumble and fourth, he goes on travel about once a month to Paris and always has me arrange for an escort service to provide a girl to go along and entertain his client. I knew damn well that he was...
Someone was a banging on my door. It was two in the morning on a Thursday night. I woke up seeing red. I threw open the door ready to rant at whoever was stupid enough to wake me the night before a big test. Instead, I froze and found myself smiling dumbly. "Hello, Tom. Do you remember me?" Kelly asked. "Of course," I said as I tried to force my brain awa...