Note: I hate to ruin a perfectly good story with plot, but there were some things I needed to say. I know at least one of you will understand. Lisa, I love you so much for everything you’ve taught me.
The last faint echoes of my shoes in the hallway faded away as I approached the door, stopped and looked in. Five neat rows of desks filled the center of the room.
Windows along the far wall allowed sunlight to shine brightly off the empty ledge. A large desk in the front of the room lay barren
Alexus Mitchell sat quietly behind the library information desk hoping no one would come up to her with questions. She desperately wanted to be back sorting and filing the returned books and straightening up the stacks. It was far more peaceful and she didn’t have to worry that someone might be making fun of her.
And the poor girl had reason to feel that way. All her life, she had suffered from poor vision and had to wear glasses. Even as a child, before she entered kindergarten, she had
Let me start off with a little bit of history of this encounter. I have been bi-curious for quite some time but too afraid to ever act upon it and my husband is secure enough in our marriage to encourage my fantasy as long as he is not left out. With that let’s begin my awakening…..
My husband called me on my cell and said he had to work late this night and had no idea when he would be home, so I decided to have a pre- Christmas cheer girls night out with my two best friends Trish
Carol and I have known each other for a number of years now. Our husbands grew up together and have been best friends as long as they can remember. When I started to date Peter, Dwayne was already going out with Carol. Due to their friendship we were forced together and became great friends ourselves. Carol and I even were in each others bridal parties. I would now consider her to be my best friend.
Carol has a great body. She is a fitness trainer so is always working out. Thin body, pert B cup
A long, slow drag at a cigarette right after that first taste of freshly brewed coffee and eyes lost on the black lines of ink of a book is not what most people would define as Saturday Night Fun, and yet I felt in paradise. I guess it was mostly about being able to enjoy again those small pleasures without thinking, without that dreaded heavy emptiness I had carried for so long.
I was mesmerised at my newly re-discover ability of just be, float above nothing, be nothing, feel nothing and this
I was so nervous that first day when I walked through the door to her office. I almost hadn’t showed up. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to wear, and I almost decided it wasn’t worth it. “This isn’t going to help anything, anyway. I don’t know what I’m even going for.” I didn’t know why I was so nervous.
Maybe it
The Call
Rapid knocking rang throughout the small house, followed by a young woman’s voice. “Tara! Tara, I’m here, honey. Let me in.” Kylie stood outside the front door in her day-to-day attire of t-shirt and jeans and waited a couple of moments, hoping her best friend would let her in. She knew that Tara wasn’t feeling her best right now and she was determined to lift her spirits as best she could, but her normally brightly-lit face showed faint signs of
Pam Maguire wiggled sleepily against the warm body she was snuggled against. She yawned and started to mumble something to her roommate Kim McCall about whatever they had been doing last night when she realized something.
The body she was laying against was definitely feminine.
However, the bottom that was pressed her midsection was considerably more rounded and softer than her roommate’s taut cheerleader’s butt. Kim’s breasts were modest, much like her own. The generous orb
I was just finishing up the dinner dishes when I heard Susan’s car pull into my driveway. I smiled to myself and hurried over to the front door. She had taken to coming over as soon as her husband left for work each night. I’d found myself acting like a puppy, eager for her owner to get home. Everyday I waited for the clock to swing around to 7 and for my new lover to arrive.
I opened the door before she could knock. Susan stood there in her usual casual attire, long coat tossed
Raul sneered at me as he closed the padlock over my cuffs with a sickening click. “You stay right here, baby,” he leered, “And as soon as I’m back I’ll take care of you too.” As if I had a choice; he had kidnapped me and was leaving me bound and naked. Each ankle tied to the opposite knee, forcing my thighs open, and my wrists were cuffed over my head. A ball gag filled my mouth and all I could do was moan incoherently and squirm helplessly.
Raul, of course,
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