She texted me the next day. Direct and to the point. Loved our “conversation.” Looking forward to seeing you again in class on Thursday. Email addy, please. I replied immediately. Me too. Can’t stop thinking about you. Promise to be on time. AmyCJansen2004@gmail. All of which was the truth. I had loved meeting her and our “conversation.” And I looked forward to… whatever was going to happen. No orgasms btwn now and then....

This is meant to be an audio-only post (see Author's Notes) but I'm posting the "script" below since I have to put something here.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Come over here and stand in front of me, pet. Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Now, we need to have a little talk. You’ve been a naughty little brat lately, haven’t you? Questioning m...

Handing me the remote-controlled vibrator, he instructed me to nestle it against my little nub. “I’ll choose when and how long to tease you. You may cum, but the buzzing may stop before you climax.” It was his game; he made the rules. Songs with a number in the title provided an opportunity for stimulation, as did the time on the clock, dipping under the speed limit, and more. I was about to cum when traffic slowed below...

As they boarded their private jet, the ridiculously wealthy CEO and his trophy wife presented themselves as the epitome of grace and style. He was stereotypically tall, dark, and handsome, while she was a stunning, svelte, Barbie-like blonde. Photojournalists snapped dozens of pictures as the philanthropic duo were set to head home after another successful fundraising gala. After the door was closed, the couple wasted no...

I decided to take Mr. Mister lunch today. He works in a tall office building in the city, has a large office, floor-to-ceiling windows, a secretary, the works. I suppose I'm a typical, stay-at-home wife sans children. I love volunteer work and, since Mr. Mister has such a high profile job, I can devote my free time to helping others. Lately, though, He’s been complaining about spending too much money on lunches delivered,...

While I hate to shutter those glorious windows Into your soul. You have such beautiful Wide-set Luminous Eyes. I love to make your mind fly, To stir your imagination, To start the fever going, Inside you. I love to awaken your other senses, So you can see with your skin, And your tongue, nose, and ears. I love to heighten your sense of vulnerability, So I can give you the ecstasy of rewarded trust. What is coming next? Wh...

Since I caught your eye, you've found it hard to keep from staring across at me. A masquerade ball on a boat is definitely hot, even without the man in the suit with his eyes confidently on you, and after a hour on the water and a few drinks, what your friends have to say is becoming much less entertaining than someone showing their interest in you like that - looking across the boat that way, past the people he's drinkin...

Malignant murmurs quiver in my eardrum, her hand squeezing tight about my throat. "Trick or treat, pumpkin?" Unintelligible sounds wheeze from my gag stretched lips to dribble incoherent down my saliva-soaked chin before splashing on sweat-sheened, heaving breasts. "Treat?" Vibrations ravage my cunt. Merciless, insistent, demanding as stretched and restrained I twirl atop the wand's relentless caress. Soup-minded as orgas...

"Stop squirming. Ankles wider. Better." "A base layer of crushed ice." "One part cranberry juice. One part orange juice." "One part yummy, yummy vodka and two parts peach schnapps." "I had to go and buy a bottle of peach schnapps. Now doesn't that make you feel special." "Glass cocktail stick to stir and then garnish with an orange slice and cocktail umbrella." "Now that does look appetising." "Ohhh, do stop humping nothi...