"You can't believe you've been fooling anyone." "No. Of course not." "Then why do you act like it?" "My foolishness. My inexactitude. My inability to say one decent thing about or to another person unless..." "Say it." "You say it. I pay a hundred for fifty five minutes of your time each week." "Rates going up next month." "Big shock." "What do you s...
The next two days were like being on a honeymoon. We put all our focus on being together. We ate meals out. We didn't do laundry or dishes. We made love. We went to a movie. We took walks. We played Scrabble - once. Never again will I allow someone to so thoroughly humiliate me at a game. He even let me take him to a club where I knew the bouncer so we did...
I am a 20 year old Indian girl and this is the story of how just one incident transformed me. Right from the age of 14 when my body really began to blossom, I have been aware of the stares men gave me. I had been brought up decently if not exactly conservatively, and even though my parents gave me a lot of freedoms, they always expected me to maintain my Ind...
I look pretty good in a wedding dress. Not that I'm ever getting married, I mean, marriage is for ugly, and/or boring people, like my older sister. It's the only way they can have sex on a regular basis. But this is a costume for my next professional shoot. Since my video with Ron came out, I've been very busy. I got promoted to the Happy Hour shift at the c...
Chapter 1: Ungentlemanly Conduct... The office was probably quite typical of many offices. Not quite open plan - it had six desks in the middle of the room in a sort of hexagonal shape, all separated by screens, so that we all felt we were working in booths. The solid screens were quite high - perhaps six feet high - high enough to hide each of us from each...
Chapter 2 Sowing Seeds I worked the rest of that set of shifts then I began four days off. The weather was forecast to be sunny and warm. To my surprise the day before Cindy had gone with Fred to a garden centre to select some plantings. It was tempting to ask what she'd worn but I was just pleased the two were getting along. I lazed on the bed while Cind...
Alicia turned away, her back to Jon and the door. She adjusted the towel, slipped it from her shoulder to wrap about her chest, and secure it between her breasts. Over her heart. She would swear that it was broken except for the loud, solid rat-a-tat-tat she felt pounding in her temples. She hugged the towel tighter, like a shield, some protection from the c...
As a woman, I am used to guys sometimes staring at me, sometimes a little too much. Sometimes I also notice them pretending to be on their phones and snapping pictures and videos to jerk off to later. I know I am an attractive girl and do a lot to take care of my body, and I know this makes me more of a target. The thing is, I like it and get off on it. I lo...
Mia Hogh—say it as 'Me-a-ho'—said, "I'm yours. You own me." Worried, I replied, "Mia, I know you're in guilt mode. That's OK. But I just can't 'own' another human being. I don't want a slave, even pretend one just for sex." She said, "I still love sex. If I can't be your whore, then I'll be your slut. I love to be penetrated by a hard cock ... yours. Love...
For background on this, check out one of the older Poorwrtier stories and read the introdcution/description. This is another true Catherine story that I will never forget. I call this one: ENTERTAINING THE TROOPS My lovely wife Catherine and I had had many discussions about her being seen partially or totally naked by other men and how exciting we both f...