I guess it was only a matter of time before my girlfriend Saskia got caught and the price she paid was interesting in the extreme I have to admit.
I mean you can’t go skinny dipping in people’s private swimming pools when they are away and not think that one day you just might get caught with your panties off, literally in Saskia’s case.
I got the phone call just as I was leaving my apartment to start my shift at the restaurant, it was from a man called Jake Prescott and he asked me if I was Adam Peters. I said yes, he then asked me if I knew a Saskia Eliot. Read more…
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The need rose up dark within her, like a living thing, trying to break free. It was all she could think of, consuming her until she thought she”d explode with the wanting of it.
The room was dark, lit only by the full moon that was visible through the window, its silvery light glimmering through the gossamer fabric that hung over the windows. She waited, her body seeming to hum with anticipation, waited in the shadows, close to the door, knowing that soon it would grant entry to the one who was at the center of her desire. Read more…
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“No, no, a thousand times, NO!”
“Oh come on, you’re the quietest of us, you’re a natural at this!” Lisa said.
“This is bad. I mean, even for you, it’s just spectacularly BAD,” Sara groused. “And I wasn’t even there as part of the bet, so why do I have to do it?”
It was mid-spring, and the choir from Franklin High had gathered for a weekend retreat at a summer camp that rented out during the off-season at the base of the Cascade mountains. Sara was 18, a senior from the Alto section. She was about five seven, with black hair falling to the middle of her back, and creamy tanned skin that reflected her Polynesian ancestry. She tossed a strand of hair over her shoulder and had her arms crossed, determined not to go down from the peer pressure without a fight. Read more…
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I am what is commonly called a soccer mom. But in this case I guess it is to be taken literally. My own two sons grew up playing soccer. Over the years I drove God knows how many hundreds or maybe thousands of miles; to practice, from practice, to games, from games, to the sporting good store, etc. You get the idea. My sons played for the Centerville Centurions for their four years of high school, and I was at every game cheering them on to victory and consoling them in defeat. Naturally I came to look at the boys on the team as being a special part of my life and almost part of the family. It seemed there was always three or four extra mouths to feed at the supper table. Being a single mom made it tough sometimes, but I was always grateful to have them around. There is just something special about teenage boys on the verge of manhood. Read more…
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Halloween doesn’t bother me, I don’t usually dress up, I never tricked or treated as a kid (it just isn’t a big thing in England) and I don’t do Halloween parties now. However tonight I am dressed up, and my body feels like there is a party going on.
I feel like my school uniform is my second skin these days, my husband frequently requests that I wear it, and I eagerly acquiesce. Tonight, is another of those nights. As soon as Kev came in from work he asked me to go upstairs and bring down my uniform, now I am standing before him, my every day clothes in a pile at my feet, my body completely unveiled for him to see. Read more…
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“This is my first story so any opinions would be great please.”
As the evening drew to a close and the embers in the fire grate were dying I lay reminiscing over the nights events. The fire was ablaze casting shadows around the room, which darted playfully seemingly following the motions of your tongue and the fur rug was soft and smooth with almost a silk like feeling and how I wanted to touch your silky soft skin although I knew it was against the rules.
I could feel your heat your passion you knew just how to please me and although I could not tell you it seemed that you knew exactly what my body craved. Your kisses from my lips down my chest on my nipples to my stomach slowly going lower leaving me begging for you to go faster but you were in no hurry you had your needs as well. I lifted you up and laid you on your back and began to mirror what you had done to me and hoped that I gave you the same pleasure. Read more…
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Once upon a time, in a place far away but not so very much different than it is here, there lived a young woman who was just voyaging out on the journey of her life.
She was pretty, but not so pretty that you’d expect to see her on the cover of a magazine. Her hair was sort of blonde and sort of brown, and every once in a while she’d put a red rinse in it that made people look twice, but it never would last long - hair dye never did with her. Her eyes were emerald green. She wasn’t particularly tall or short, and she wasn’t particularly thin or fat. She was basically your everyday pretty girl, the kind you see walking down the street and when you see her you think to yourself, “She’s pretty.” Read more…
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It’s fair to say that Sue and I were close, possibly even closer than sisters. We’d been friends since we were 9 or 10 and 15 odd years later we were still inseparable. In fact the events of the last year had made us even closer still.
I’d been shocked when Sue had announced she was getting married. I understand her reasons now. The fact that Keith’s a really nice guy was probably the least of them! But three years ago, if you’d asked me, I’d've said that Sue was the last person who would settle down to a life of domestic bliss. Stunningly attractive with a figure to die for, Sue was the original bloke-magnet. She practically had to fight them off and very rarely did. I know she says the same about me but if we were to compare notes I’m sure she’d come out on top, even when you take account of the fact that for the last three years Keith has been the only man in her life. Read more…
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The clock seemed to be stopped, it wasn’t. The thought of going to Yesterday’s after work was wearing on my mine. The last time I went there I got so drunk that I had to be helped to the car. Not tonight, I hope that Karen meant it when she said Mark wanted us to go to his house after the club.
I had met Karen on the job. We worked on the same line and got to visit while we worked. Since we were both single and were not attached we often went for a drink after work to unwind. If either of us got lucky we made other arrangements for a ride home. Now we shared an apartment to save money, it worked too. When ever one had company the other either stayed out or stayed in their room until the company left. Not that we had a lot of company. Read more…
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It began so innocently. Roxanne was online, looking into chat rooms, when she heard the little briiiiing of an Instant Message. She saw the box appear in the corner of the screen. “Hi….” said Gentle Man. The first thing Roxie did was click on “Profile” and then waited for the information to come on-screen. She smiled as she read……
Name: John
Sex: Male.
Location: Always on your mind.
Status: Widowed.
Hobbies: Chatting and being a friend.
Occupation: Wrapping my arms around you and holding you close. Read more…
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