Willow and I spent the rest of the afternoon just being ourselves. You can't be sexual 100 percent of the time and I didn't want to lose our friendship. We watched a couple of shows from the night before on the DVR, surfed the web, listened to some music--all the things we had been doing before she decided she wanted to become a slut. Tommy tried hanging aro...
For anyone who hasn't read my earlier story 'When white gets wet', I like to be admired by men, especially when I am away from home on vacation. I began wearing white swimwear when I discovered the attention that I get when it becomes translucent when wet. Barry, my husband, buys me swimwear each spring for my Birthday; I know that he removes any lining th...
After visiting a client in the Oakland Hills, Yvonne drove for several blocks down the narrow, windy streets. Ahead of her, she saw a young African American boy riding a bicycle. Seconds later, a twentysomething Asian woman stopped him and talked to him briefly before punching him hard in the face. The boy fell off the bike. She got on and rode off quickly....
My weekend, following the interlude in the office, was filled with the memory of his touch, his gentle firmness and most of all his tongue between my thighs. I tried to relive the experience in my mind in the following days and found myself getting wet with excitement at the very thought of even seeing him again at his office window. I wanted to be with him...
To begin, I'm Aaron a 18 year old high school student, I have an older sister that goes to college in the next state. My dad is a doctor, he always either out of town or busy with a bunch of patients. My mom happens to be a fashion designer, she is also always traveling with her job. Myself I'm very average teenager, nothing special to the ladies 5'6 130 l...
The best thing about being a writer is that I can make my own rules. Except for the times when I receive a panicky call from a publisher needing something quick, I can work my own hours on the projects of my own choosing. I've also made the rule that for the sake of inspiration, all writers are allowed to travel to different destinations for the sake of thei...
We are allowed to dress in the clothes we arrived in, this time Tim giving both of us matching black lace panties in place of what we had left home with. Another trip down the elevator, into the parking garage and into his truck. Tim, ever his usual mysterious self, doesn't seem anxious to tell us where we're going. We drive in silence for several moments, g...
‘Ring, ring, ring.’ My mobile phone went, as I was driving down the motorway. “Paul Young,” I answered. “Hi, Paul. It’s Nicole.” A voice trilled in my ear. Nicole had started work, for my company six weeks previously, as a window dresser. She was only 19, very petite and absolutely gorgeous. The guys in the warehouse had christened her ‘Kylie’ because sh...
Chapter Three – The Photo Club "What are we going to do?" Jennifer exclaimed, as she sat down with a cup of coffee that she had just lost interest in drinking. "I don't know. I was not expecting Todd to find out what we were doing, and I was not expecting him to blackmail us." added Krista. "True, he is blackmailing us. We didn't have a chance to talk. An...
The second coach arrived, bringing the last two guests to the castle. Adam's shiny new manacles ensured that he reached the foyer to greet them well behind the others. "It is good to see you again, Lady Tara," greeted the Countess, ignoring her assembled slave maids. "And this must be your new friend, Lady Emily." "How did the two of you meet again?" asked...