I love the way you smile. That dirty smile. That smug, amused smile when I'm desperate for you and you know it, feeding my desire by pretending to be indifferent. We both know your cock is rock hard. Like now. "Please," I breathe, snuggling closer to you. I was naked in bed when you got back in and now you are lying fully dressed beside me. This morning whe...
Christine glanced back at the bed, holding her breath. It would be just like Damien to have let her get this far only to dash her hopes. But no, he was still motionless, secure in his belief that she was trapped. She felt a flash of smugness, thinking of how furious he would be, with her long gone. 'Don't get ahead of yourself,' she chided internally. There...
"I dare you..." Austin began. Oh no, I knew what was coming. His dares for me had been getting more and more provocative, almost all of them showing off my body after he'd seen how much I enjoyed showing off to Adam. "I dare you to wear the bathing suit from last weekend." "No problem," I smirked. That was no big deal. I loved wearing that bathing suit. Fro...
It had been a while since I'd been back in that magical, ancient city, which always filled me with a rush of borderline recklessness at the mere thought of being ever s far away from the into which I had settled. Yet as I strolled along the banks f the Seine, down the narrow winding streets, and across the grand boulevards, each corner, every landmark, came...
I couldn't believe I'd gotten her home with me. We'd met in a bar when I was drinking with my friends, I spotted her early in the night but didn't have the courage to talk to her. She looked perfect. She was slim, with long red hair that came down to a tight, round ass. When she turned around, I saw she had a truly beautiful face but there was a sexy, danger...
For "Dan", who can't get enough of Debra! "She said what!" Debra snarled. "She says you dress like a tart." Ray repeated. Debra was boiling, who was that dowdy Lillian Swick to criticize her wardrobe? Debra knew Swick was just jealous of her figure and didn't like the way her nerd of a husband stared at her during the P.T.A. meetings. It was the Barone's...
This is my first post. I all of the sudden felt compelled to write. There is no one here to judge me and as I struggle though some challenges, writing helps me exorcise. Please read my bio for some much needed context. Thank you. FIRST STRIKE THIS EXPERIENCE BEGAN HERE I had seen it in a movie once, though I cannot recall where. A woman, blindfolded a...
Does one celebrate their 50th birthday...or mourn it? I guess I'd chosen the latter. What's to celebrate? I'm divorced...my ex-husband ran off with a girl half his age and has since burned through her AND married a third time...our kids have moved on and don't so much as call anymore, even for birthdays, and nobody so much as stepped up to throw me a party....
Billy, like any college student before him, spent spring break partying with friends, girls, and ingesting quarts of beer and booze. He was having fun, but somewhere along the way his spring break got a little more exciting. Her name was Carol, a lonely widow who lived by her lonesome; a tank full of tropical were what kept her company. They ran into each ot...
It happened shortly after I turned eighteen. At the time my mother would claim she was thirtyish and think she looked twenty five. By my reckoning she was fortyish and looked about thirty. For all her advanced age she could still pull the men. I'm not by any means suggesting she was a tart. She never had more than one boyfriend at a time and she usually kept...