I'm lying in my bed, just in my panties and satin slip. The front is a pink satin, and the back is a white lace that shows you the curves and crevasses of my ass. My panties are moist, a little wet spot pooling as I play with my nipples, tugging on them through my slip. I miss you. I crave you. Not only that, but I need your strong touch all over me, groping me, grabbing me, slapping me. You know how much I love to obey y...

The next day, I had woken up at my usual time—6:27 am, right before my alarm actually went off. A little dazed, I remember the night before, wildly fucking and getting fucked by Stan and our new friend, Marcy. I blinked open my eyes, realizing I was not in my own apartment or bed, and there was a thin, soft arm slung over my waist. "Marcy, yes, that's her name, Marcy," I said to myself. I started to remember pieces of las...

Sitting at the bar in my black pleather pleated mini skirt, purple thigh-high stockings held up by my matching purple lace garter peeking out from my thigh-high boots, I find an empty seat at the bar to wait for the bartender to make me drink. My skirt rides up a little, and I take in the cooling sensation of my exposed thighs while feeling my bare ass on a cold, high-top metal chair. I play with my hair that sits down pa...