“Her legs look like a road map! Their cover in veins.” He tells me angrily.
“You use to say it was a road map to paradise.” She says hotly.
“Yea then I followed that map and ended up in Death Valley. There are places there you could get out of with a GPS and a four wheel drive!” He screams back at her.
If you can imagine this is the kind of things I listen to for a living. I get paid to help people get through their marital troubles.
Take Mr. and Mrs.
As I drive to your house I think about our lives. Both new members of the single parent club, it is hard for us to find time to be alone together but we always do. You don’t live that far away, but when my pussy is wet and throbbing as I think of you it seems like I will never get there. Finally, I turn off the main road and am that much closer to you. The road turns to dirt and through the field and trees I see the back of your property where you took me to look at shooting stars.
I guess I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not, really. A little guilty maybe, but not ashamed. I took advantage of a situation that I probably shouldn’t have, but you know, I think it’s going to work out for everybody concerned.
I’m a mid-level manager for a medium size company, and I have about twenty or so employees. Our department has three accountants, one a senior accountant in charge of the other two.
The senior accountant, an older guy, decided to retire, and
We were on our third drink when the questions started. This was always the way with Sienna, a few cocktails and the ‘naughty’ inquisition began. I always thought it was funny that a few martinis could wash away her preconceptions but I guess that’s the way with anyone.
With Sienna though it always came down to the same line of questioning. Anal sex. I’d told her once that I was quite into it and since then it had become her favourite drunken conversation topic.
Why did I
Mark’s wife Leah was pretty. With her petite frame and round brown eyes, she was just what he wanted when they first met. But lately, she’d changed. Not just her figure, but her attitude too. Her personality.
Since she’d been promoted to a job with longer hours, she didn’t have as much time for herself. She’d slipped a little.
And she didn’t have time for him.
He hadn’t changed. Not really. He’d got a few years older, a bit wiser. But he
Have you ever run into an old lover and wondered what would have happened if you had stayed together?
Tiffany Ann Thomas and I were an item in our junior years of college at “State”. We were inseparable. Each of us had lost our virginity a couple years before, Tiffany to a high school boyfriend and me a year later in my freshman year at college.
She had been with three other guys and me two women before being set up as a blind date for Halloween in that junior year by her roommate
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as her homely face wrinkled and crinkled at the printout in her hand. She looked back and forth from her itinerary, to her wrist watch, and back again. She was clearly not pleased.
“Problems?” I asked from seat 22A.
“I think I’m going to miss my connection!” she said from seat 22B.
I could sympathize. Air travel, with which I am more than slightly familiar these days, has been particularly harrowing of late, and I’ve
Damn! I really will have to gather up my courage and get myself out there to buy a proper butt plug.
Not for the first time I find myself casting about for something smooth and sensual to shove up my arse. The hotel room is equipped with every convenience device known to man (and woman), there’s even a porn channel on the TV – but there aren’t many hotels that have dildos in the bedside cabinets.
Well… I know of one in Soho, Soho in London… London, England that is, but
“Oh my God” I thought as I drank in the sight of her. She was wearing a long red, silky nightgown, her breasts framed by white lace edging, her nipples standing erect, apparent through the flimsy material. The light was low in her bedroom, but I consumed every detail of her, storing the memory. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Long blonde hair, classical, beautiful, sharp features. Bright blue eyes.
I noticed from the first time we met that she walked like a dancer, all
I’d gotten in from the airport around 4pm and been greeted by an empty house—the message on the machine said my roommate wouldn’t be home until the following afternoon. I had just enough time to shower, shave, and throw on some clothes before I hear the knock on the door. As I get to the bottom of the steps, I can smell her perfume. I can always tell when it’s her on the other side of the door. For a moment I realize I’ve forgotten what she looks like, it’s been a