= BAD GIRLS GET SPANKED = She was waiting for me as I came in the door, barefoot, wearing a long skirt and a blouse and, I knew, hose, cotton panties and a plain bra. The very picture of a prim and proper housewife, however I knew better, she was one of the hottest minxes in half the state. " I've been bad and I need to be punished." she said, "Very bad!"...
Beth was still staring at the Calendar with her mouth open. Say something her brain went. Well, she thought, I can look stupid after being made a fool or I can try to salvage something here. Taking a deep breath, she said, sorry about launching the dress code on April 1, but having a dress code is a good idea. Employee productivity has dropped and motivati...
I walk into the house. I hear sounds from the kitchen. When I walk in, I see you standing at the kitchen sink rinsing some dishes. My cock gets a little heavy as I watch you. My cock is not hard, but has thickened. I reach down to shift him, giving him a little more room. My face reddens in anger as I realize you are wearing clothing. A shirt and some panti...
[All notes and reviews are gratefully appreciated.] * The club resounded with music, the low lighting allowing Emma to watch the other club goers dancing. The girls' short skirts swished, revealing skimpy underwear and even no underwear. It thrilled her to no end when she was lucky enough to catch a girl bending down, her hips swaying off to the music as...
After working for a company for 35 years, I was given a generous "package" and since I always liked the work I did in the telecom and computer industry, I stayed within the industry and worked doing small jobs and rarely working as a sub-contractor. The jobs I enjoyed to most were ones in the medical field where almost all the people were female. Plus, the...
Lauren woke up slowly, feeling the morning sun warming her face. Stretching like a cat, she momentarily paused when she felt a powerful pair of arms around her. Glancing over her shoulder, the memories of the previous evening came flooding back as she saw Mr Lane. Speaking of flooding, her pussy became incredibly wet as she remembered the sensation of his co...
She glared at him before storming out of the car, livid. He had tried placing his hand over hers after pulling into the garage. He sat idly at the wheel, mulling over how best to defuse the situation. They were at his work function in one of the city's posh nightclubs to celebrate the success of an acquisition when the unexpected happened. She'd caught hi...
Forty-eight hour shifts on the Vegas Strip were painfully monotonous. Just like every other weekend, I knew this one would be busy. I was sure to be running from call to call all night. I'd be lucky to get dinner in, I supposed. I was checking out my rescue, when she called. Sara, a long-time friend, was headed into town. Tonight. We'd met at the Crazy Hor...
*This is a work of fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. In January 2010, I had decided to go backpacking with my friends to West Bengal, to the Sunderbans (A royal Bengal Tiger Reserve) and surrounding areas. Due to certain scheduling problems, all my friends had left before me by train, while I had to catch a flight to meet up with them in Kolk...
Synthia looked stunning in her new dress. It was a grey sweater-dress, clingly in all the right places, but warm on this chilly Manhattan night. Black stockings, the material woven in an intricate whirl pattern, and two-inch black heels completed her outfit; Synthia didn't often wear jewelry, and he had often commented that next to her sparkling eyes and swe...