The beginning of my week was surprisingly uneventful. Work, in general, was very slow, and I hadn't heard anything from John or Anthony. I guess they did have lives also and needed to take care of work too. I'm not really sure if I was disappointed or relieved, maybe a little of both. The end of last week was quite the whirlwind. Wednesday morning I came into work, dressed as I had been instructed for my presentation at C...

When I got home early from lunch with John, my husband wasn't home yet. My son wasn't there either, probably at his friend's house. I decided to relax in a hot bath, reflecting on everything that happened to me today. As I sorted through all the memories, I felt my hand slip between my legs where it became evident how aroused I’d become from everything I was made to do. As I lay in the warm water, lathering my body with s...

Feeling the desire to bring some sexual excitement back into my life, I hire a man to paint my living room. Every chance I get, I try to find a way to flirt, tease, or expose myself to him while he works. After building myself up to a sexual frenzy, I find a way to show him my intentions by making my husband an unknowing accomplice after he gets home from work.    

My sister’s houseboat on Lake Mead was a ninety-minute drive, through Vegas traffic from my job on the strip. Finally getting away for a well-earned vacation, the marina was far out where the sky blazed with stars, the spiral arms of the Milky Way spun overhead. The lake air was always a bit cooler and driving a quiet road with the top down in my tired old convertible was still a thrill.  I was looking for a bar, a cold b...

I grimaced as the tightness in my jeans increased. Not that I was unhappy — on the contrary — but my discomfort was growing and I could do little to relieve it. My prick, which until a few minutes ago was in its normal, dormant state, was now outgrowing the confined space and the strain was telling. The reason for this sudden growth spurt was Suzanne, our next-door neighbour. She’d just popped in for a chat with my spouse...

In my last year at school, I went to a great party! My parents had agreed to my staying the night with my friend. She had the invite from Brian who lived only half a mile from her place. We got there about eight; for the usual drinks, introductions, music, etcetera. Although from the onset, I reckoned that this party was going to be very different from the ‘kiddies’ ones I’d been to in the past! The girls were my age and...

Just because Bay Regional's star senior quarterback, Reid Collins, is going steady with Lissa Brewer doesn't mean he isn't hooking up with me every Tuesday after team workouts. You'd think with all the money her folks have from owning half the real estate on the peninsula that they would've gifted Princess Lissa with a boob job for her eighteenth. She's cute enough--unofficial law for a head cheerleader--but flat as a pie...

There are two types of jobs for women in Las Vegas. You can be a showgirl/stripper or you can be a casino dealer. Young and dumb and willing to try anything I left my mid-western home with all my savings and a lot of hope to make it in Las Vegas. It didn’t take long to find a small apartment in the back of a tiny house located in a decent neighborhood.  But it also took most of my savings for first and last month’s rent. ...

I missed the early ferry by half an hour and the next one wasn’t till 1:30, so I settled down for a three hour wait. “Settled down” isn’t really accurate, in fact, because the only vacant seat was in the middle of the room, with no back support, so there was no chance of dozing. I would just have to twiddle my thumbs and wait. This was in Guadeloupe, a French island in the Caribbean, and the ferry was to the smaller islan...

I recently sighed a contract with an online Mistress. My main duty under the contract is to write or edit several publications I'm preparing for sale. If I displease her, she assigns me essays - writing of her choosing that doesn't contribute to my writing goals. I sent her a late response and she assigned me to write about a man following a woman in a mall because of her sexy pencil skirt. Here's the "essay:" What was th...

I want to share my first experience being upskirted. It really changed my life. I am a twenty-four-year-old Peruvian, good looking, slim and with long black hair and light brown tanned skin. My height is 1.65 cms, my waist is 62 cms and my size is US 2 and my breasts are a full B cup. My legs are very sexy, as I have been told so much.I was raised in a girls' Catholic school, and had a very jealous boyfriend who asked me ...

It was near to closing time when I served you the other day. You had a cheeky smile on your fresh face and I soon learnt why as you proceeded to give me a few glimpses of your legs as I tried to help you with your choice of footwear.Every time I lifted your foot to check the fitting, innocently caressing the back of your leg and feeling the smoothness of your skin, you would open your legs slightly and temp me with a view...

I had never realized when I set my heart on making the shy, eighteen-year-old Asian cutie at the wedding mine, that I would have to wait so long to fuck her. Months of fantasizing about her naked had followed, punctuated by periods when I never thought I would. Yet like a tropical storm at the end of the dry season, our frustratingly platonic relationship had suddenly burst into a flurry of intense sexual experiences on o...

A week of reconnaissance on her part was worth the time invested. The history professor who had recently passed her in his course was still at work that night, staring intently at his laptop screen. It was late enough for the hallways to be deserted and their lights lowered. Even the classroom was dark except for the immediate area around the professor's desk. She watched him through the narrow glass panel in the door, ex...