These are the true stories of my foray into phone sex. I love feedback and will write you back. I started doing phone sex as a joke and on a dare. We needed the money because credit card debt had crept up on us, we had a car payment, new house payment and well, you get the picture. Since I stayed at home, we joked that I could do phone sex for extra cash....
I couldn't concentrate on much else the whole week, getting hard numerous times a day just thinking about what lay in store for me. Eventually Friday came around and I got a text saying that she would meet me outside her local train station at half 7 and drive us to her flat, signing off with her name, Cashlie. I quickly replied my agreement and let her know...
When my now husband mentioned marriage, I doubt he thought it would lead to a three day inquisition. As a single mother with two failed relationships, I wanted to discuss in depth some obstacles from the past; among them was sex. Admittedly, I have an unusually high sex drive. By the end of my fourteen year marriage, sex had become contentious rather than en...
**Authors Note: Welcome to my first foray into the world of writing. This story will start off slow, as in limited sex scenes for a while, sorry :). The intent is to build the characters and storyline. To those of you who are history buffs, especially in the realm of Greek Mythology, I ask for your forgiveness. You might see a few tweaks to time, age, locati...
Sitting at a café table outside the front of a restaurant and enjoying the summer weather, three women chatted away while sipping at their drinks, laughing at each other’s jokes and small talk and enjoying the other’s company. And the three gathered quite a few stares from the nearby tables and pedestrians that walked by, after all… It’s not often you get to...
It had been a week since I promoted the former part-time college employee to my full-time assistant. She moved into the adjoining office next to mine. I had helped her move her computer and monitors from her cubicle, soaking in the ability to watch her round ass swaying in front of me. She had stopped wearing her comfortable jeans and flowy shirts of the c...
Elena had cried herself to sleep every night for the past month. Her husband and best friend from high school had been in the Air Force. He enlisted to earn money for college. Sadly, that was a dream that would never come to pass. He had been a cook (under the job title: services.) Unfortunately, the services department got deployed almost as much as pilots...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** (12 Hours Later - Apartment interior lit by afternoon light) LUCAS Bitch knows how to cook. Lowering my fork back into the Tupperware container, I jab it forward, forcing a carrot and a beef chunk against the plastic sidewall. I swipe them to my mouth. Chewing, my bent...
"Day #... who the fuck knows... Unnngh... Session... mmmm... Fuck Session twenty something..." Tara tried her best to hold the camcorder steady, pointing at the reflection in the mirror. She hadn't seen herself fuck in awhile, and she was a little surprised that she looked hotter than she remembered. Maybe it was because there were three other hot sluts s...
This is a parody... It's a fantasy... It ain't real Andrea Mitchell, the long time White House correspondent for NBC News, is sitting at her desk, taking a break from writing another report. She is a combination of bored and horny. She chews on her pen, while she decides how to handle her current situation. "Aha..." She tells herself. She gets up and stroll...