A couple of weeks later, I was at Elise’s place. She looked gorgeous in her loose-fitting white t-shirt and curvy denim jeans. She’d had a haircut, and the combination of her dark brown bob and deep red lipstick made her absolutely adorable. Her braless nipples were poking through the soft cotton material, begging for me to suck on them, but I didn’t even try because I knew she didn’t like me being too forward with her. O...

“Did you enjoy them?” she asked. “They were delicious,” I answered. She giggled. “Did you eat them?” “No,” I snorted.  “I mean they hit the spot.” “I was thinking of you when I wore them,” she said, “I played with myself. Could you smell the passion?” “Yes,” I responded rather shyly. Elise was the first girl I had ever met who spontaneously sent me a pair of her worn panties. I had never known such a phenomenon before. We...

After a morning of shopping, I went for a hamburger. As I sat there with my bag of goodies by my side, a man in his early thirties sat down at the table next to me. He beamed a smile at me and said hello. It was unusual for people in the city to be friendly to strangers, but then again, he didn’t look like a man from the city. He must have been in his mid-thirties. His face was rugged, and his hair was unkempt. His clothi...

She took my hand and discreetly pulled it up between her thighs, all the while continuing her conversation with the CEO. I tried to keep my cool, but I knew I was probably as red as a tomato at that moment, and even more so when I felt the moisture of her pussy seeping through the front of her cotton panties onto my fingers. Her thighs were as smooth as silk, causing an immediate and somewhat embarrassing erection, not to...

Jamie was a slut. There was no other word for her, at least in my mind. She strutted around in miniskirts and high-heels, wore too much makeup, and hung out with the oddest of friends. Beneath the surface she was a pretty eighteen-year-old girl with all the assets a young woman of her age could desire; a trim body, firm breasts, a cute butt and long slender legs. But she was a slut, and well on her way to a life of debauc...

I was in my early fifties. I needed a business loan for my printing business. Some of the equipment was too old, requiring replacement. I was supposed to meet the bank manager, Mr Harlow, but he’d fallen ill that day. It was Ms Jensen, the assistant bank manager, who greeted me instead. “Good morning Mr Planter,” she said, “Sorry for the inconvenience. I hope I can help you.” “Good morning,” I replied. The girl can’t have...

It all started after a couple of week’s dating. I was nineteen at the time, and Velda was twenty-four. I knew she had strong opinions and was quite determined to get her way. She had spoken several times about women’s rights and how she felt that the balance of power between men and women had to change. For the most part, I could only agree with her. At times she seemed a little aggressive with her arguments, but in gener...

She lies in the darkBetween arousal and sleepWaiting patiently for meHer thoughts aren't so deepShe needs fulfillingA sense of completenessThat only a stud can bringTo fill her with repletenessHours of preparationScents and essences galoreSoaking in her bathShe knows she'll give me moreSkin as smooth as silkBreasts firm to the touchButtocks rounded perfectlyA man can only ask for so muchHer pussy shavedShe spreads her leg...

We stood outside the bathroom. When the first girl came out, the other girl I'd been eyeing up looked at me with a devilish grin, signalling for me to follow her. Once inside, she turned the key in the lock and offered her lips for me to kiss her. We put our arms around each while we embraced, rolling our tongues together. I slipped my hand under her skirt, feeling the firmness of her ass through her panties.“Wait a secon...

The disdain in her eyesI’m not surprisedAn older man like meOffers nothing she can seeBut in bed, she will feelMy tongue and sex appealMore touching than a younger manWhere he can’t, I certainly canI know what a clitoris isAnd where to find it, more importantly, MissSo, don’t give me that haughty stareBefore the facts and we are laid bareI could bend you over my kneeAnd teach you a lesson or threeTake you on a virgin ride...

Within the boundaries of your mindAnd your willingness to complyYou struggle, requiring restraintOnly rope can help you tryYour wrists are often tied as tightAs the knots which bind your beliefIn a higher man to free you from sinUntil then, there's no reliefYou must dance, look pretty for everyoneObey and revere your MasterIf it weren't for him you'd be nothingThey'd laugh and say he was past herIn tutu and tulle, you eng...

"Come and play," you say."Soon, I need to finish."You pout and flutter your eyelidsYour grin is decidedly impish Sitting on the bed, you play with your hairYou look hot in ribbons and bowsWith a short white nightie and ankle socksKneeling before me, a delightful pose "Just five more minutes," I say."Five is simply too many!"I watch you slip your hand in your pantiesYou play, but I'm not getting any My report for work is o...

Rufina sits by the windowIn schoolgirl attire A man’s desire Her plaid skirt hitched Legs apart White panties showing A fragment of artTwiddling her hair With a vacant stareHer Japanese bowDraws attentionTo her innocence and insolenceThe vixen's vying a mention For men of means and girls of wantThe exchange is an introductionShe knows her price He knows the costIn fair tradeThere's no compunction

I was feeling quite hot after cycling the twenty miles to Jeff’s house. Since his family had moved to another village, we didn’t see each other as often. I was looking forward to hanging out with him. We had a similar taste in music and sport, so there was always plenty to talk about. I parked my bike around the side of the house before ringing the front doorbell.Mrs. Kirby, Jeff’s mom, opened the door. I hadn’t seen her...

I hadn’t noticed the time, and I’d missed the last train home. The student party was fun, but I was in a bit of a panic not knowing what to do. People were leaving, and the crowd was thinning out. If it had gone on for several more hours, I would have stayed there and taken the first train in the morning, but that didn’t look likely. The hostess was already clearing up. I figured she’d be dropping hints at the last remain...