It was a stressful day. My first time travelling for work. It was 10:30pm already and I had just got back to my hotel room after a day at the client followed by a dinner with my workmates. My light blue suit was feeling uncomfortable and tight. I needed some time for myself to bath, watch TV, just unwind and not thinking about work.
I placed the laptop on the desk, took out a mineral water from the bar fridge, turned on the bedside lamp and as I got up to go and turn on the bath tap I decided
Why wasn’t I born rich? I mean, I really could get used to the good life. There I was, sitting on the beach in Nice, Mediterranean sun beating down, sipping an Orangina. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job but I live for vacations.
What the hell, I worked hard for this trip. Three years of Law School and two years busting my ass as an associate for a Big Boston Firm, hell, if you went by my billable hours I compressed three and a half years of work into those two years!
It paid off; Junior
I am the youngest of five children, all girls. My oldest sister got pregnant very young, and I was 7 when my oldest niece, Holly, was born. She and I have always been close, a number of people have commented that we are very similar people. Four years ago she and her whole family moved back east when her dad got a new job. She and I have stayed in touch, by email and the occasional phone call.
Holly was always very cute, very tall (6’1″ last time I saw her) and willowy with long
The moans and squeals coming from the room above Melissa’s bedroom were doing several things to her: 1. keeping her awake — which she really wasn’t minding — and 2. making her incredibly horny. The two nymphs, Brittany and Lori, had moved in several weeks ago and every night since they moved in, they were like this. The girls on the second floor were completely insatiable.
Their landlady lay in bed and listened to the pair, lightly massaging her inner thighs, sometimes
Love had been one of the least permanent things in Kate’s life. In her line of work, she traveled very light and nothing lasted long. Not even the pistols she used to snuff a contract were hers for more than a few days.
To look at Kate when she was all dolled up, you would have never expected her to be so cold.
When she waltzed though a room, heads would turn and the smell of hot sex and signs of stiff erections were everywhere. Sure, when necessary she could suck a guy off in record
I was already running late for my first-time ever massage appointment, making me even a little more nervous. My hands on the steering wheel are starting to get sweaty and my heart begins to race.
I pull up to this quaint little house where my friend Chloee has set up her massage therapy business.
We have talked about this a lot and she understands my fear … and being the good friend that she is, she has given me a gift certificate for a massage as a birthday present.
Hearing the car pull up,
“You still trying to seduce my husband?” Mrs. Anderson whispered. “I thought I told you to fill up those cups with ice?”
Sara jumped. The older woman had snuck up right behind her, pinning her to the table without making a sound.
“I’m not – I’m not” Sara stammered. “Sed. . .” The thought had never crossed her mind.
Mr. Anderson wasn’t just her husband’s boss. He was also an ugly and obnoxious old man. And if his ruddy
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This is a stand-alone story but the characters are the same I used in my story ‘Get A Room’. It’s not a sequel but more another episode of the same show. Let me know what you think about it. – Rose
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“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The deep, booming voice sounded angry.
The dark-haired woman reacted immediately and fell on her knees. Her long black hair was cascading down her back, accentuated by her still lightly
Kelly Carlson was a beautiful and vivacious 24-year-old first grade teacher. She was 5′ 7″ tall with shoulder length blonde hair and sparking green eyes. She had a lovely smile, an infectious laugh and was well liked by students, colleagues and parents alike. While she was slim and shapely, she was endowed with rather large breasts that were firm and sat high on her chest.
The nipples were large and pink, covering most of her breasts. She was often embarrassed because the nipples
“Fuck is that the time, I have to go” he said pushing back the sheet and climbing quickly out of the hotel bed.
“Why, what’s the hurry?” I asked sitting up my full tits flopping around all over the place.
“Oh bugger,” he said as he caught his fingernails on the bathroom door. “I er, um, promised my son I would pop in this evening.”
“What for, it’ll be very late?”
“Yes I know, but I promised.”
I got up and walked
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