Eva came barging into the apartment. "Tara, you..." she stopped in the midsentence and her eyes went wide as they took in my exposed teenage body. "... are naked?" she stammered obvious confused. "I.. I'm sorry" My face was red as a lobster, I felt small child getting caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. Everything was racing through my mind making...
Introductions He was standing behind me and I could feel his breath on my neck. He used his hand to raise my skirt across my legs. "Do you want me to stop?" The way he said it told me he wasn't going to either way. Why couldn't I answer him, tell him I was married? I was leaning onto my desk, my fists clenched, breathing heavily. By now he had worked my ski...
The phone rings; it's him, I know it's him, I can tell by the sound of the ring... Oh what time is it? Damn!! 2:30pm. you know you have to answer it, if you don't there will be hell to pay. "Hello." His tone is strong; his words are short and to the point. "Maryanne, I expect you to be in position, ready and waiting for me at six sharp. We have ... an iss...
Canista and I had been talking by phone for some time. And over that time, i knew that she was getting turned on by the things that I would tell her. I decided to see just how far she was willing to go. Canista's voice grew quiet on the phone. We had been talking for awhile. And our conversations had grown more and more intimate. I knew that she was alone i...
And so it was that on the 16th century of the great age, on the eleventh day of the month Ayres there rose a great commotion in the whorehouse of Madame Meringue. Jocasta, a fair whore, conversant in the arts seksual pleasure and specializing in using the mouth to bring gentlemen heavenly pleasure came running out of her pleasuring room emitting a scream riv...
The Teacher Calls Ring, Ring. "Hello. How are you?" I recognized the voice, and my heart skipped a beat, it sounded familiar but I hadn't heard it in months, since the day I'd stepped off the train into the Amtrak station. "Hi. I'm doing fine." I relied, the surprise evident in my voice. "Do you know who this is?" she asked. "Yes, it's Lara." I respon...
She stood in front of me in a short tight skirt and sleeveless shirt tied in front, mid-drift. Her legs covered in fishnet stockings and the tight skirt extenuating her round supple legs and buns. Her name was Argemone, an old Greek word meaning flower, as she'd once told me, but she liked to be called Damsel. "Shoot the picture," she said. She arched her b...
Nicole stood in front of the mirror, satisfied with the prim pink, ankle-length dress she had chosen for her first encounter with Brad – her blind date for the evening. She scrutinized her slender frame, running her hands over her hips, and sighing at her ample breasts, which she viewed as being too small. Finally, she slid her finger across the outline of h...
I guess I can say I was one of the lucky ones. Fresh out of an ivy league school with a degree we were met with two different tales. "Sorry, you're over qualified," they said. Or we would hear, "We're looking for someone with more experience." An alum that I had befriend however was able to land me a waiter position in a posh New York country club that ca...
I held my head in my hands and stared out of my office window. It was Friday afternoon. My body was slumped in its chair with early March listlessness. I sighed. Winter just felt never-ending this year. I could barely recall when last I'd not felt tired. I knew that in reality this had only very little to do with the weather and much more to do with my stat...