On the day Darren was to arrive home, he let me know he'd made dinner reservations for three at his favorite restaurant. It was a fancy place, one I couldn't afford to frequent even when I had a job. No longer feeling the need to be modest, I chose a black dress with a plunging neckline. To say my cleavage was ample would have been a huge understatement. Once I'd gotten ready, I waited until I heard Darren's car out front...

Holding my blouse together, I moved to sit on Darren's couch. Carter, meanwhile, remained standing, as if waiting for permission to join me. With a shy smile, I granted it. "Darren likes to rest his head on my lap while we do this, but if you'd prefer another way..." "No, that's perfect," Carter quickly assured me, "as long as you're comfortable." Moments later, he laid his head down on the pillow I'd placed in my lap. I...

Without thinking, I took my hand from Darren's. That subtle gesture made him appear stricken, and he rushed to say, "It's only a suggestion, Gale. I absolutely understand if you're not interested in doing that." I didn't tell him no outright. Instead, I racked my brain for another way. "Wouldn't it be easier if I went with you? I could stay at the hotel while you're working." Darren set his mouth in a grim line. "I wish I...

Upon hearing the news, Darren told me he was leaving work and would be at my apartment as soon as he could. While impatiently waiting, I was overcome by the irrational fear that my milk would dry up before he arrived. I busied myself with stripping out of my clothes and putting on the robe Darren loved. A short time later, he knocked on my door, then immediately opened it to let himself in. We stood in my living room, our...

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the small nursing room. Sarah Hill, a radiant thirty-seven-year-old woman with strawberry blonde hair and dark blue eyes, sat comfortably in a rocking chair, cradling her newborn son, Daniel, in her arms. Her full, milk-swollen breasts were exposed, offering their nourishment to her child. Ethan Clarke, her fiancé, stood silently by, his pale blu...

Morning arrived with the crow of a rooster, its call like a herald for duties awaiting. Emerging from beneath quilted covers, Taylor dressed slowly, the ache from yesterday's spanking flaring as he moved. He made his way downstairs, following the enticing aroma of breakfast being cooked. As Taylor descended into the kitchen, he spotted Aunt MJ standing at the stove, skillfully flipping pancakes. Warmth painted across her...

The summer heat was wrapping around Taylor like a thick, sweaty blanket as he dragged his suitcase up the dusty path to Aunt MJ's sprawling farmhouse. He was eighteen now, fresh out of high school and ready for a new chapter, but this summer was about reconnecting with roots before the college plunge. Roots that were deeply entangled with memories of raspberries picked under the sun and stern scoldings followed by warm, c...

Helen got into the shower on Christmas morning. She let the water cascade down her body. Her hands cupped her 36D breasts, gently pinching her nipples, then with one hand, she held a bar of soap and began to lather them. The other she had between her thighs, her fingers tracing up her wet slit. Her thoughts turned to Mike instead of Ray. She had felt his stiff cock just moments earlier. Her fingers slipped inside her wait...

From early on I always found that I really enjoyed having my breasts stimulated. I loved being felt up and having my nipples played with. Before I became pregnant with my first child, my nipples were puffy and not erect unless they were given some special attention. When I became pregnant my boobs did not get much bigger as a lot of women’s do. They stayed about the same size, but my nipples began to change. My hubby Tom...

A month passed. Jo was at our house more often than not, and my parents seemed to no longer care about us being alone. She was on birth control, and we were on each other like horny teenagers. I was introduced to her parents officially, and although they'd known me for years, they made an effort to get to know me better when I went over for dinner. She was falling for me, and I felt like I wasn't far behind. But there was...

[continued from part one] It must have been 8:00 or even 9:00 PM at this point; I wasn't even sure. Melissa said, "Josh?" I released her breast and sat up; she sat up too. For some reason, I was afraid she was about to tell me to go home, that I'd worn out my welcome. She sat looking at me, her pretty face with a sweet smile, her hair sort of messed up, ringlets and curls hanging over her flushed cheeks. Her bare chest ha...

We were on our second Margaritas when Melissa caught me looking at her cleavage. She smiled and leaned across the little bar table, her brown, curly hair hanging in ringlets around her pretty face: "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" She and I weren't really going out, not exactly. I didn't know what the heck we were, to tell the truth. I'd met her because I work with a friend of hers, and a few times she'd come out for drink...

“Thanks for this,” Lucia said as she stood up from the couch. “When do you both leave?” “In two days,” I said. “You could always drop by tomorrow.” “I wasn’t planning on making this a three-time thing, but we’ll see.” The three of us had gotten dressed, making things less awkward as she gave us both a hug. I walked her out, opening the door and finding my dad standing outside it. “Hello,” my dad said to Lucia as she passe...

She knew it wasn’t exactly right, but then, was it that wrong? The sky was dark outside; the seaside rain threatened. He wouldn’t want to go out, and anyway, he needed to revise. How stressed he seemed lately, so tense, and more vulnerable than she had known him to be since he was a little boy. Her sweet, loving little boy. She heard him in the kitchen, and she went in as he started to settle at the table with his textboo...

“Good morning!” Jolene said as she opened the curtain. After my eyes adjusted, I looked out at the beach past our balcony. “Do you always sleep with a smile on your face, Dan?” “You tell me,” I said as I stretched. “I’m jumping in the shower. But I unlocked the door, and I wanted to warn you before your parents walked in.” “Good call,” I said. “Need company?” “Please, no! You wore me out.” “Alright. Go get clean, dirty gi...