This is the second in a long series of stories in which our heroine, Kate, looks back on some of her more memorable sexual adventures as she tries to decide whether she is a slut. ***** It had been a long day of meetings in Chicago followed by a four hour flight back to San Francisco, so it was late, perhaps 11:00 p.m., when I walked in the door of my ho...
I woke up in a sweat, without a doubt, it was from the dream I had just been having. I looked up at my ceiling and smiled. I was extremely happy about the date with Syn that was sure to come in the very near future, but I was also a bundle of nerves. Where will we go? What will I wear? How will I do my hair? Questions bounced around in my head with no answer...
I can't help but lick my lips again thinking of everything happening right now. Danny folds her arms under her ample bosom displaying her beautiful body off perfectly for anyone who wants to look at her. I look back down at the mess covering the sofa. There is at least one if not two cups of my own cum splattered on the seat, not to mention my own ass and th...
The next morning, Jack woke up to an empty bed. At first he wondered if he'd imagined the events of last night. Had he really fucked that amazing blonde from the Interstate? He had to have dreamed it. He took inventory of what he could sense in that room. The clock told him it was 6:45am, it was pitch black in the room other than the light from the digital c...
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A Close Encounter of the Best Kind During the entire flight, Melinda stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. Wondering if he would live up to his promise and meet her at the airport, both hoping and fearing that he would. She recalled the phone conversation when he learned she was coming to his area for a seminar and how he calmly insisted he would pic...
I had always collected inexpensive jewelry, I picked it up at estate sales, auctions and pawn shops. I even have quite a bit that guys had given me. At 30, I was still an attractive woman and had my share of dates, but never really liked giving blow jobs and would in no way ever swallow it, it was so disgusting! At my 30th birthday party, a friend of mine,...
For as long as i can remember, the thought of Him sharing me with anyone else terrified me. my love is an all-encompassing one and the thought of either of us being with someone else is revolting to me. When He says it, i feel as though He doesn't really care. That i am disposable, able to be given away at a moments notice. my security and comfort as His sub...
My girlfriend and I stumbled back to my house about midnight, a little bit drunk, after a party in Cocoa Beach. We brushed our teeth and hit the sack right away. The next thing I knew, the clock on my nightstand said 2:53AM. Vicki was sound asleep beside me. And I had to pee. Coming back from the bathroom, I noticed a light shining up from ground level out...
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