She sighed her fingers quickly beating in and out of her tight wet pussy. She sat on the edge of her bed, her little plaid skirt up around her waist, her legs covered to the knee in white knee socks were spread wide granting her hand access. Her two middle fingers pounded away inside of her young pussy, her thumb flicking across her engorged clit her other h...
Emma was hardly ever at home these days. Where she was Charlotte didn't really know. She believed that Emma was still seeing that teacher, Dorothy, and one of Emma's colleagues had told her that it was now common knowledge that she was having a relationship with her boss. Charlotte felt totally excluded from Emma's life. It seemed that the only times Emma...
I clutched my hooded cloak tighter around me as the wind blew down the sidewalk as I walked into town. It was not a very cold breeze but given that I wore nothing underneath the cloak it did send a chill on my nipples and across my damp wet pussy hair. I spotted the little coffee shop owned by my brother-in-law and decided to pop in for a cup of Turkish Cof...
When the mystery lady suddenly appeared on a webcam in my home computor, it rattled me at first. I had visions of her getting my passwords, and diverting my bank accounts off to Nigeria or someplace like that. I even went so far as to stop by the Bank on the way home, and reaffirm my "No electronic transfers" without my personal signature lock I place on al...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
When I came into work I knew I had better find a way to contain my Cheshire cat grin or else someone was going to know that I was doing things I wasn't suppose to all by my lonesome in the office. Then I saw the note on my locker from Wilma, the accounting manager. That ought to take my smile away. "Caresse, when Dr. Prospero brought his check over last nig...
After the 4th session of the Erotic Writers Workshop, we were so hot and horny we could hardly wait for the other writers to get the hell out of the workshop. We had not seen each other for a week as we had taken the weekend off, so to speak, and skipped a session of our torrid tantric love affair because we both had commitments to look after. I wasn't cert...
I first learned of the magnetism of sexual odor as an 18-year-old teenager. In school, I was always more cerebral than athletic. Consequently, I participated in science and debate clubs instead of sports. Reserved and shy, I was not popular with the girls. My senior year, trigonometry was being taught by a new teacher. Miss Howard was a young, gorgeous, 25-...
Ten Days Waiting The next ten days were like a fog through which she drifted, unable to put together any coherent thoughts. Fortunately, her current crop of students were all at a fairly basic level and didn't take too much in the way of teaching. She couldn't really afford to visit the clubs so when she had finished teaching she went home to stare blankly...
I hadn't been called Miss Blanchard in the eleven years I had been Mrs. Murtz, and when she called me by that name, her voice caught a chord in my heart, and I knew I knew her, though her look was unfamiliar. Her hand was cold from the beer when she reached for mine, and with a great playfulness, the woman sat beside me and introduced herself. Re-introduced...