Aaliyah was the popular one. She hung out with all the cool kids, she was good at sports, and her teachers adored her—some of them too much. It was her personality that did it, that separated her from her shy, introverted nerd of a sister. There was no ot...
I was waiting in trepidation to hear from Helen about when I’d be seeing her eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, for the first time, and exactly what story Alice had been told about who I was, and what I would be doing. Alice and I needed to get on if we w...
It had been a week since Kelly and I had fucked. The memory of it was rarely out of my mind, getting my hands on her tits had been a fantasy of mine for years. Getting to fuck her was something I thought I'd never do. I smiled broadly when I received her...
It didn't take long for the texts to appear. Pleading with me not to show the video and offering me my money back. I didn't want my money back, I wanted my money's worth. The texts became ever more desperate, telling me how she could lose her job if that...
Traci sat by her kitchen window, gazing down the suburban street. This was her morning ritual every Tuesday and Friday unless she had early aerobics classes to hold. Today was her day off, so she waited there in her underwear. She sighed and sipped at her...
As I travelled back home, I was nervously excited to know what tasks Helen had set me, but, as she had instructed, I didn’t look until I was in my flat, whereupon I ripped open the envelope. Inside was a folded sheet of paper, from which drifted the delig...
I still saw Kelly, albeit infrequently, but thought it best to keep my distance after I had cum in her bra cup. She'd told me she'd filmed me for a while, I hoped she hadn't, but had no way of knowing. I was washing my car when she drove past, dropped her...
It was six years ago that I met Helen, then a thirty-seven-year-old widow with an eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, in the sixth form at a private school, soon to sit her A-Levels. Seven years before that, Helen had lost her husband, and Alice her father...
When my dear wife died, leaving me a single man again aged sixty, my sex life reverted to what it had been for years before I met her, to porn and masturbation. The only difference was that much of my porn consisted of my collection of erotic pictures I’d...
It was the first Saturday of the month, a day that my wife, Amanda, refers to as "my time of the month." Amanda, of course, also has "her time of the month," but the expression has a different meaning for her than it does for me. However, it amuses Amanda...
I'd discovered a new experience, one of wanting to go to work, not for the love of the place, though that's for certain. It was through work that my panty collection was improving, both with Kate's scent and flavours on them. They were a little small and,...
I'd not seen Kate in a while, but when we did work together, it was like nothing had happened. There were other people around, so I didn't much mind. The same cheery waves and smiles, but no opportunity to talk to her, until the end of her shift. I was ou...
She wasn't my normal type small, finely boned, and softly spoken. We just seemed to get on. Always exchanging warm smiles and waves at work, a friendly chat, but nothing more. It became obvious that we both had time on our hands as she explained how dull...
When Kristin and I got into the bathroom, it felt like we were just two girls going to the bathroom together. After closing the door, Kristin lifted her dress and pulled down a small red satin g-string. While she was on the toilet, she said, “So Conrad, t...
The package arrived. My heart raced as I opened the package with Sarah's panties in a zip-lock bag. A note instructed me to text her before opening. "Your panties just arrived. Hot! I can't wait to open the bag," I texted. "Let's do a video chat at 6 PM t...
