PART THREE - PARIS - 4 - As the sound of snipping scissors was replaced by running water, Saphy shut the door between bedroom and bathroom, leaving Gabe to his own thoughts. He certainly had a lot to think over given what had happened over the last couple of days, a few mysteries that seemed solved only to present new mysteries in their place. So, the naia...
A few hours ago a small rain cloud had dropped a small layer of wetness upon the city. A minute or two later, the warmed ground had evaporated what was left of the fluid and created the most perfect smell ever, fresh rain. I'd had a rough night already, a pile of homework, a book for studying and a series of shitty friends that I'd wished had died a few days...
Patting the top of my hand that remained on your thigh for the rest of the trip home, I am roused from my restful state to the familiar sight of my apartment. By the looks of things, the vacant parking lot and the open blinds in every window tells me no one else has moved in for the coming school year yet and we have the building to ourselves. Being bold y...
"So it pleases you to have been bested by a woman then Sir?" "Oh God!" He winced to think of it. What ignominy! "Oh no" he groaned. The highwaywoman smiled wide, her white teeth flashing in the gloom. "Make up your mind Sir! Are you more pleased that you were responding to a woman? Or more chagrined that you were beaten by one?" Though her tone was playful...
The following accounts are just a handful memorable panty related adventures from my past. Enjoy. I have had a panty fetish as long as I can remember. Gaining access to women’s wardrobes has presented formidable challenges and great rewards. These experiences are in no particular order. My brother’s girlfriend was a hottie and was known to scream when she...
Somewhere a lute played softly with the low hum of adult laughter and growing salaciousness. Even light moaning drifted on the Roman breeze as a leaf floats on the stream, stopping briefly to take in its charged current, and then beginning again with the energy that comes from the cascading, descent into erotic oblivion. The two girls, vestal virgins in th...
As Camilla rode in Bob's car to the park where they were going to do a publicly nude photo shoot late that Monday afternoon, she tried to assuage her guilt feelings over Mr. Baker's suicide. It wasn't my fault, she told herself in her mind; he must have already been secretly crazy; I couldn't have caused his insanity. Still, she couldn't stop wondering how t...
The next day in class Mrs. Tavorski handed me a page of homework. "You left this at tutoring last night," she said to me, just loud enough for the rest of the students to hear. They tittered in amusement. My face flushed red and I silently took the folded paper from her. I was too embarrassed to even open it for a the next few minutes. Jack, the class joke...
Dear Paul, How's it going, sweetie? I know it's been awhile since I wrote you again, but things are hectic as hell over here. I got a little bit behind in some of my classes, so I have to do make up work in order to be able to graduate. Actually, the only class I'm worried about is Algebra II. If I had been going to public school all along, I wouldn't have...
"That BITCH"! I screamed at no one in particular. I was in my trailer taking yet another unexpected break from filming my latest movie. The "bitch" I referred to was Monique, a fairly new actress with only few commercials and a pair of sitcom guest spots on her resume. Here we are on the fifth week of shooting a romantic comedy of all things and this third r...