He continued to torture me with texts. Dirty, naughty things that might offend some, but did nothing but make me hotter. Finally I responded and said “Tomorrow, Noon, You pick the place.” He picked a new residential development, completely abandoned. There was a tiny part of me that wondered if this was a good idea….
This is a marginal follow-up to the Shywife story published earlier, but it will stand alone. It is, however, more fun to read them both. Tracy decided Jennifer was the one. I had to chuckle because Jennifer had a nasty habit of trying to tease me into a state of constant erection. I’d never known…
I sat comfortably in the drivers seat of my old Alero and placed my tiny hand on the cold gear shift. I looked over to Blake and gave a little grin. He flashed back a smile that I would die for and said, “now you see it…..now you don’t.” I giggled as I looked down…
I always knew you loved to show off, and that you were a terrible flirt, but I never knew how far you’d take it… When you tell me, in that mischievous voice of yours, that you want to spice up your internet dating profile with some sexy pictures, and that you’d like me to take…
This story is a little different from my others (and not as Spanking/BSDM)–it’s written for a ‘friend’. And yes, if you’re that friend, you should be following the rules–naked and reading from your lovely knees. Be good. Be very good or else I’m afraid I’ll have to… The butterflies arrived halfway through dinner. She’d been…
I walk into his hotel room and an easy smile comes across my face as I see him sprawled on the bed, reading. ‘Hey you,’ I say, walking over to wrap my arms around him. He grins and slowly winds his arms around me, pulling me right against him. ‘You ready to see the sights?’…
When Kate and Brad had seen the house, the cellar had been the selling point. When looking around the house they had opened a heavy door and gone down a flight of stairs into a typical looking basement, apart from the fact that just behind the stairs there was a heavy barred door and a…
Sit back, Love. Open your legs a little wider. No, relax, lean right back… That’s it, I push your knees apart, looking at you, as I sink down between them. Watch me stroke your crotch, as I gaze up with wide eyes. Do you like this, me touching you? Oh, I know you do. I…
The next email that Cindy got was an invitation from Barbara to have lunch with several of the ladies from the group, including Nancy. Cindy was glad to accept, and arranged to take a bit longer lunch break than her boss usually allowed. As she caught up with Nancy, she told her that she had…
Monica I sat at my desk watching my professor talk. The man loved to hear himself talk. I can’t even imagine a person being more… well, boring. But still, if I was going to get the internship I desperately needed, I had to get an ‘A’ in his class. It wasn’t my fault really…Ok, sure…
The next week Al got up early Saturday to take care of the lawn work. Cindy had already been up a while, as she always got up early, even on her day off. Al grabbed a cup of coffee and joined Cindy at the patio dining table, where she was reading the paper. They chatted…
The next morning, Al grabbed Cindy when she got up and gave her a big kiss and hugged her tightly for a long time. “I love you,” he said. “I know,” Cindy said. “I’ve always loved you too. You know that, don’t you?” “Yes. I want to talk to you about something. Come on outside…
I am wandering around in my knickers and an old green tee shirt, the kind that has been washed too many times and worn-out soft. It just covers me, skimming the rounded edge of my ass, revealing black undies every time I reach up. I’m cleaning the place, picking up the clutter from a busy…
At twenty one years of age I finally got what most people get when they turn sixteen, a car. Seeing as I’ve lived in bigger cities ever since leaving home I have never really needed one until now. A white Pontiac, it wasn’t brand new or anything but I loved it anyhow. My first few…
Miss Trottle was a teacher in a high school in Bristol, Connecticut. It was the end of a particularly hard few weeks because as the summer holidays approach the workload for the teacher doubled, with parent’s evenings, thousands of reports, after school events and end of year exams Miss Trottle was glad of the fact…