That night Jennifer lay in bed, naked, reviewing the day's events. The image of the two cocks she had seen was making her wet. The doctor's hard bulge and Prof. Gilbert's exposed erection. As she pictured those scenes she opened her legs, drawing her knees back and began to do what she had never done before, caress herself. She was surprised at her own wetne...
This is only one of three stories devoted to the larger ladies... Bless you all. There are no arms on the narrow straight-backed chair. I'm sitting nude and I've just turned from the desk and I'm facing the door as you walk in and pause, study me and then slowly slide off your jacket. Next you unbutton your blouse and my cock is rising and eager for you. In...
it's a short chapter, and there's no sex yet but the next one will be longer i promise. Things had gone from shit to shittier in the space of a phone call. For months now I had been hounding my father, if i could call him that, for information on my mother. Now I've been told there's no way on earth to find her. I disconnect ignoring my father's prote...
The next day Jack received another call from the clinic. Would he be able to come in for another donation? He told them he would stop by the clinic after work. After work he again found the non-descript building in the industrial park. He went in the front door and was again told to wait. He sat down in the waiting area and grabbed a magazine. He spent the...
The story that follows is a sequel to a story written by my cyberlover, kitten_bett_1. Her story, "Watching the Professor" is here. If you're here to get off, you needn't read her story, but if you'd like to follow the development of these characters, then read hers first. It's a very hot story, based on our mutual fantasies, that she wrote for me and poste...
Do you know the feeling when you know something is about to happen and you have no way of knowing whether it will be good or bad? Do you also know the feeling when you should pay attention to it and really think about what it could be instead of being a knuckle head and simply ignoring it? Hello, I'm that knucklehead. Today, I'm about to walk you throu...
I thought for a moment. "Well, perhaps the beginning – of your world, I mean – would be a good place to start." Tim settled more comfortably into his pillow, and looked at me expectantly. "When we arrived," I began, "everything was dark – I'd never been anywhere without light before, it was really strange. "Then suddenly there was light again – so bright...
by BrettJ © 2011 Sandy stretched out her legs and put her feet up on the rich oak desk she had purchased last year. It was then she realized the shoes she was wearing, fancy stilettos, had cost nearly a thousand dollars. A thousand dollars. How many women who weren't Hiltons or Kardashians wore shoes that cost that much? The desk itself had been several th...
Baghdad, The Green Zone Zahra is sitting on the desk across the room from Steve, with her leather high heel boots and short grey business skirt with white low-cut top. Zahra opens her legs and leans forward on the desk before she crosses them again and leans back; the sight of her olive almost golden complexion and seductive accent is enough to send Steve's...
Copyright, drlust, 2004 The conference in Toronto, like all other stuffy academic conferences I have to attend in my capacity of “learned expert,” seemed likely as not to three days of boredom enlivened by moments of conviviality with old friends teaching at other universities around the world. If you haven’t attended one of these affairs, they are best c...