His words crawled right between my legs and made my clit tingle. “Who said that I needed to be fucked at all?” My face burned as I shifted in my seat. The look on his face said it all. He knew me. Well. By this point, I guess that he should. He had been fucking me for three of the last four years that we worked together. Sex was great with him, it always was. Although we worked in different capacities, our roles were clos...

Over time, our playful banter and private innuendos morphed into flirting, and it had become a guilty pleasure of mine to see how wet he could make me during those brief exchanges. It didn’t hurt that his athletic and toned frame always smelled good, and his scent often wafted in the air long after his departure. He was sexy, he knew it and he didn’t apologize for the women who almost openly flirted with him. He laughed i...

A three dimensional transparent cube, a house with the curly rings of smoke coming from the chimney, smiling daisy flowers in the sweeping meadow, and the continuous barn house with an “X” on the front of the barn door. I am becoming an expert artist as I randomly doodle on various pages of my note book, which is now more of a sketch pad. Seminars can be so boring, this one proves to be no different and I am at best, bare...