He first noticed her standing at the health bar in the gym, her curves outlined in the black spandex workout suit she always wore. Her name was Kristen, and her dirty blonde hair was sweaty and clinging to her glistening forehead. She was a few pounds above average, but carried herself very well. At maybe 5' 9" with wide hips and a possible 36 c chest, she w...
**Note: This story is completely fictitious. The idea of two restaurant employees having sex in the kitchen in reality is quite revolting, however it was fun to put on paper...** Sometimes on a sizzling summer night when the sun has long since vanished into the western sky and the night has fallen like some great ebony drape, low rumbles in the distance f...
I come into your office, dressed in a short leather skirt, and a white, translucent shirt. You stand to greet me, hug me and hold me, but I push you back down in your chair. I lean over and whisper in your ear, and you can smell the heat, musk and perfume rising off my overheated body. "Do not move, or speak. If you do, this will come to a quick end and I wi...
The cold wind was whipping through my hair as we flew down the back-country dirt road. I was in the back of the truck, leaning against the cab, sitting next to a boy I had just met that day at the mall. Shouting over the noise of the wind and the road, I asked Sean where we were going. "The Boilers," he yells over the din. Secluded and green, the Boilers i...
"Bananas! Bananas!" he yelled at me. "How stupid can you be?" This was the captain yelling at me as he saw my packed lunch as I opened it after sunbathing on his old-style sailing ship. I was on holiday somewhere hot and had decided to take a days sailing on an old style brigantine - the sort of ship a pirate might have sailed. For a bondage kinkster like m...
The water was cool and refreshing, and Charlotte left barely a ripple behind her as she dived in to her pool, her long dark hair floating behind her and her toned limbs cutting cleanly through the water. After a few lengths she pulled herself up the steps and moved back to her lounger. She loved the feel of the cool water running down her back as it drained...
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Monday night, in bed Dear V Drove in early this morning from the lake to get to my temporary job, the trial. The stately manner with which it proceeds, punctuated by long pauses, is beginning to get on my nerves. The lawyers and judges are constantly having little private conversations about what is allowable and what isn't for us delicate jurors to hear....
"People always ask the wrong questions." A cloud of beer breath enveloped me and I looked up to see a typical Friday night lager jockey. Six pints in, tie askew, sweaty, aging skin loose and jowly. Washed up on my table, spun into me by a social eddy, pushed loose from his office friends by a strange current in the busiest pub in London. He looked down at me...
She closes her eyes and lets the sensation wash over her. It's been fifteen minutes since her Mistress left the room and her clit is throbbing from being constantly stimulated by the vibrations. She had begged to not be blindfolded and now here she is. Eyes closed. She hears a knock against the door, her Mistress letting her know that she has entered. The...