“You do know I have to get my arse out the door to work?” I said while laughing into the camera of my computer. He looks at me and smirks, while I jump off my bed and reach for my clothes on the edge of the bed. “So. I want to watch you get dressed. You can get ready and still talk. And I get a show.” Again laughing at him, knowing he still had plans to get me back for all the countless times I’d cornered him while he’d b...

I dare you… turn on your cam.Looking at myself one last time in the mirror before setting down my phone. Nervous. That text message now out. He had called me a slut this morning, and tonight? I wanted to show him just how much of a slut I could be. I had on a red lacy demi cup push up bra with just a low cut white tank top over it and a pair of black lacy knickers, more of a thong than French cut though…and oh so very see...

I wake with my pussy drenched. My fingernail lightly dragging over the lips of my mound. My bedroom bathed in an eerie green neon light from the building across the street from my apartment. The frost on the window catching all the lights, making intricate patterns that my mind cannot make out.  I’ve other things on my mind this morning than light patterns.  A rouge finger slips between the lips of my pussy, I feel my hea...

Smartballs. The things of legends. A tight poonani is a happy poonani. Or a happy man. A happy someone!!! Who cares!! Tell me you aren’t saying that line out loud while at work. Wait a moment, who am I kidding!!! I hope to hell you are! Well lets go back a few days shall we? I was getting ready for work the other morning when I discovered there was a friend online. For some unknown reason this man has the uncanny ability...

I am not a novice when it comes to masturbation, I’d actually be very embarrassed to share with you exactly how long I’ve been tickling my own fancy. Yup. Even when there is someone occupying my bed for a time, I find that I still masturbate for various reasons. Proud accomplishments? I’ve discovered that if my mind is properly stimulated, I can orgasm in just under five minutes. I timed it and everything. Yup. Had nothin...

Chapter One They say that university is the place you go to discover who you are. To experiment with life to see what you like, what you don’t, your tastes, your desires, what you have a flair for or just an inclination for. Well, let me tell you. Experimenting? I thought I'd been there, tried that; got the proverbial t-shirt. I did the drug thing and discovered it just wasn't my thing. I even did the fun stuff in the bed...

She pulls back hard on her cigarette, the smoky tendrils gently fill her lungs. Her cheeks pull in while her full red lips pucker around the soft orange of the filter. Her nostrils flare, her eyes close. Pure bliss washes over her face as she sucks back the nicotine of her first smoke that day. Her index and middle fingers holding that precious stick. Her chest heaves while she inhales, her aching breasts push against the...

To You; thank you… for everything…. meSittingthere at her desk, her long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders. Her hand holding up her head, her green eyes glaze over behind the brown metal frame of her glasses. Her chest heaving when she sighs. In her right hand, her red marking pen falls to the desk, breaking the silence of her class. Her full red lips curl into a knowing smile as she straightens her back, picks up he...

I walk into the barn, tired. My Sunday best, feeling confining in the humidity of a hot August heat. Beads of sweat collect on my forehead and between my breasts under my cool cotton blouse. I walk in feeling the stillness and the calmness of the barn overwash me and smile, remembering the night before. And Henry. My body tingles at just the tiniest thought of him and our actions of the night before. I stop. Close my eyes...

I walk into the bar, and I know people see me. Tallest woman here, I know I'm seen. Seeing my friends waving, I waltz on over. Greetings are exchanged, flaky as usual. I drop my coat and purse and head towards the bar. Ordering five tequilas and knocking them back flat, order a tumbler of bourbon, kiss the bartender in thanks, pay and head back to the girls. The music is playing. I start to relax as I feel the tequila wor...

Chapter 1- Falling They move across the dance floor, perfectly fitted to each other.  Cheek to cheek they dance.  To the music they sway.  He in black tux, bow tie and all, she in a crimson gown, fitted embroidered bodice, with a flowing floor length skirt, showing off all the assets she was given in life.  Her long auburn hair is piled high upon her head, soft curls floating around her face.  Together they dance.  Not no...