Terri answered the phone. “Hello?”
Angela said in a low, throaty voice. “Terri. Here is what I am going
to do to you.”
Terri smiled. “What are you going to do to me, Angela?” She reclined in
her chair and crossed her long pretty legs.
“When you come over, I’m going to take you at the door. I’m going to
strip you naked and have you right there. What do you think of that?”
Continue reading Terri and Angela’s lesbian sex story
Every year, my family spends Christmas week in a ski resort. One year it’s
Aspen, the next Vail, and so on. My junior year in college it was Steamboat
Springs. The fates intervened. The week before Christmas, I broke my leg in
a pedestrian way – falling on a slick sidewalk. I was going to be a limping
lad for three weeks, at least.
To top it off, I’d fallen leaving my girlfriend’s apartment after breaking
up with her. Ironic, isn’t it? An emotional break and a physical one.
Mom wanted to call off the ski trip, but Dad said if I was alive, I was all
right, and if I was all right, he was going skiing. They offered to take me
with them, but being there and not participating in the fun didn’t appeal to
me. They went and took my siblings with them. My Aunt Sue and Uncle Jed
promised to look after me. I had a lovely Christmas Eve at their home, but I
went home to my own empty house. Continue reading Unwrap your present and play with it
“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling.
“Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle
in her eye.
“That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do
you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?”
“I suppose, as long as it doesn’t take too long.” She draped herself
elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next
to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was
born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred
to be royalty!
“So what’s the big news?” she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat,
the way I like it. Continue reading Surviving the Divorce
“What do you think of her?” It was a slightly strange question for
Rachel to ask.
“She seems nice.” What do you say about the waitress who has just taken
your order? Rachel was watching her walk away and I looked with her.
“Would you want to spank her?”
“Rachel!” I blurted, then sat there stunned. What a question to ask out
of the blue! Rachel was sometimes a little crazy, but this was beyond
anything!
But it wasn’t the first time Rachel had talked to me about spanking.
No, despite my shock, I immediately remembered that one other time when
we were apartment-mates in college. But that had been years ago and I’d
certainly never expected the subject to come up again, like this! She’d
told me one time that Beth, another of our apartment-mates, allowed her
boyfriend to spank her. I’d been aghast and Rachel seemed amused by my
reaction. The next time I’d seen Beth, I’d needed to watch myself to
keep from staring at her: she acted perfectly naturally while I’d done
my best to get over my own silly nervousness. Continue reading Waitress fuked hard
Lisa and Amy and I had headed down the hall toward the elevator as Nikki
and Matt were saying good-bye to the three men. But suddenly we heard
Nikki calling to us as she ran to catch up with just her blouse on. Then we
remembered her slacks were down in the hotel seating area. She looked
really sexy with her pretty tits jiggling and her pussy on display.
“Lisa! Wait!” Nikki called out.
We all stopped and waited for Nikki and Matt to join us. Nikki had to catch
her breath and then she said, “I can’t even wait until tomorrow! I need you
again right now!”
Continue reading My Perfect Slut Lisa – Doing Nikki
It is her turn in the pink upholstered chair.
Her body, rigid a moment ago at the peak of her passion, has passed
into a state of apparent bonelessness. She is sighing vocally but
weakly. She makes no move to lower the skirt wrapped around her hips.
Her legs are still spread wide by the bulk of his form, but her knees
sag inward and her hands hang open, limp, at the sides of the chair.
As a shudder rocks her one last time, he sits back on his heels,
licking his lips and smiling.
Continue reading “The Artist” by Chiaroscuro