I do so enjoy teasing you. It's usually quite innocent... Like if we were at a ballgame I'd go to the ladies room and come back to take my seat as if I didn't just text you a pic of my naked breast with a comment about what I'd like you to do to my achingly hard nipple and have no idea why you think your randomly generated hard on is my problem. Or maybe w...
Old Mr Postlethwaite's choice for Henry, of all people, to accompany him to lunch was met with some consternation by the young men at the office. Henry didn't work any harder than anyone else, they felt. He was certainly not smarter than Frank, for instance, or Malcolm, or even William. Then why did Mr Postlethwaite, the man they'd all wanted as their mentor...
My tuxedo was draped over the back of a chair in our bedroom, where it had been since the MIT genomics department Christmas party on the 22nd. This was now the evening of the 27th. I picked it up, intending to add it to the pile of clothes to be taken to the dry cleaner, but then had a thought. Holding the coat at arms length I decided it could still be wor...
The last few rays of the evening sun hung low over the sky, as a truck pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant. Pulling into an open space near the doorway of this evening choice of dining. A fairly popular chain of restaurants, famous for their seafood. He quickly opens his door and locks it before his feet even touch the ground. He makes his way...
After a diligent search, I finally located a restaurant that would work for our next encounter. I needed a quiet place, dimly lit, with a moderate amount of traffic. Most of all, I needed a reasonable maitre d' who would not throw us out in the midst of the fun. The restaurant that I selected is located on the edge of downtown not too far from the Universit...
I enter the bedroom dressed in only a towel. My hair is tied up but stray strands escape; damp from the shower. My face is flushed from the heat and the orgasm I have just experienced whilst playing with myself in the shower. I allow the towel to slip off my damp skin revealing my swollen, pert nipples, shaven pussy with the rose tattoo just above. I pull...
It was only at 5pm the next day that Sandy began to panic. She was quite impressed with her own self control! Unfortunately, that didn't help her much now, so many questions. What if he came, what if he didn't? What time would he get there, where would they go, what should she wear? Logically, she reasoned, dinner wouldn't be until at least 7pm right? Mayb...
Chapter 3: The Restaurant Within 20 minutes, we are both ready for the short trip down the mountain to the village at the bottom. I chose this place very carefully, knowing that the food, although rustic, was excellent. I'm wearing plain slacks, and a shirt, open to the collar, but the site of you just takes my breath away in a slinky slip of a dress that...
The door to the restaurant was non-nondescript. One could pass by easily without even noticing it, and all those walking by that night did just so. The two women approached the door quietly and without attracting notice. One quick look around to see if anyone noticed them and through the door they slipped. Inside the door they paused and looked around....
2004-07-26 Dear Diary, I am so embarrassed. This morning, I went to the grocery store around the corner to buy some produce to make zucchini bread and sweet potato pie. While I was in the vegetable section, testing the firmness of zucchini, I noticed a presence next to me. I looked up and saw that it was Kevin, my neighbour. I hadn't realized it but gaugi...