Lucinda adjusted her hat carefully and smiled at the young woman across from her. Lily was new to the city, and Lucinda had been asked by Lily's parents to show her around and keep her out of trouble. At first Lucinda was prepared to do the bare minimum, expecting the usual simpering, boy-crazy, fashionista whom most acquaintances from her old town had raised. Instead, she got Lily. Beautiful—long, dark hair pulled up and...

I dream about us being in bed together, of you cuddling up on me and touching my arms, me just softly touching you. We just softly stroke each other's upper bodies. Both of us want the other to move down. You find my pierced nipples, and I feel your soft breasts. My hands move down past your mounds working their way to your stomach. Your hands move down my chest, painfully slower. For every inch I move down, you only go h...

Sweat, heat, near-unbearable moisture. Moving masses, drenched bodies, sticky clothes. The fast chorus animates the audience to another circle pit, intensity increasing with the crescendo of aggression in the anti-fascist lyrics. A smile flashes across my lips as my small, braless breasts enticingly bounce with each jump, their firm jiggling only emphasized by the thin tank top that threatens to turn more translucent with...

His hands were warm. Calloused. But once my wetness coated them, they were perfect. Strong. Diligent, just like his mind, just like him. Gil was a good worker. Efficient. I know it sounds like I’m describing some machine, or some automaton. But ever stop to wonder why so many women turn to machines to give them pleasure? Gil, unlike a machine, had a compassionate heart, a shrewd mind, soulful dark eyes, and a sexy accent....

Remember that time in the dark,  Remember that time in the sunlight,  Remember that time in the car,  Remember... Remember when we didn't need to be silent.    Each flicker of your tongue on my skin burns the same way it always has done. I yern to moan, to grip, to grab. As I did when we didn't need to be silent.  You tease me and then shush me.    Each press of your hands against my flesh, the way your fingers coax and t...

I feel deep within me that we are no longer on the same path. You look at me like I am made for fucking and nothing more. Your hands drive me crazy and make me ache to be touched. I need it just once more, then I am gone. I will grip your cock as it stretches my tight pussy.  Moan with the pleasure you give me, as my juices flow to my thighs. Feel the heat of your teeth on my neck and your hands gripping my ass.My god you...

I arranged to meet Marion at ten o'clock at her house. After my last visit I felt excited about the sex we would enjoy and the stories I promised I would tell her about my school punishments. Marion was standing at her door in her robe as I parked my car on her drive and walked up the path to her house. No sooner was I inside the front door my clothes were disappearing and our hands were exploring each other's bodies whil...

When Mike had finished at university, he was due to start work in his chosen profession with a top law firm working in the city. He had passed his law degree with a first and because of this, he had found that he had first pick of most of the positions being offered to graduates. He was going to spend his first year working as a trainee lawyer while Debbie would be finishing her degree at Warwick University.   They were s...

When they arrived at Marion's she parked the car on the drive and the three girls entered the house. Debbie was leaking down below with excitement remembering what had just happened and what was still to come. Her hands were still stinging from her caning but her mind was in overdrive remembering her own and the other punishments. Her mother Susan looked at her daughter's damaged palms and as she kissed them told her she...

Debbie attended her interview at Warwick University where her boyfriend Mike was a first-year student. She had acquitted herself excellently during the interview and the professor who conducted it told her he expected that she would be a credit to the university. Miss Artur, the head of her school had given her a glowing reference and she had impressed him with her outgoing personality, academic, and sporting prowess. She...

It’s been a long day at workA hot summers dayI jump on the trainas the doors are closing The train is packedNo seats availableAs I stand to the sidePulling my shirt from my bodyto get the air moving  I look up to see you staring at my waistWith each shirt pullI’m showing my belly above my skirtAnd you can’t take your eyes off me I look away feeling a little cheekyI keep flashing knowing you’re watchingI turn back and catc...

After our caning for Debbie using a crib sheet, we didn't imagine we would be back in trouble two months later.   Deb's and I played truant to watch a film, Goals at the pictures. Our exams were over and I was due to leave school for University that August if I got my expected grades, Deb's had her A level year to complete.   We wrote each other notes excusing us from school and signed them. Not being in the same class an...

It was 1966 and a year to remember for many reasons. I was at Harrow Grammar School a very strict but with excellent sport and academic results.  Debbie, my girlfriend, was nearly seventeen, a real beauty and I was in the year above. We had been going out for about six months and we felt very much in love. She was very popular at school with staff and pupils and excelled both academically and sports-wise. Corporal punishm...