As always, I’d like to thank Dr. Bob for his fine insights in editing this story. LeftyLoo always gives his support, too. This is a little story of seduction and the surprising places that love can be found. Please enjoy.
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It was a Friday just like any other Friday. I went to work and spent all day every day staring at my computer screen.
I am a CPA with a tax law degree and my days are filled with tiny numbers filling computer screens. The tiny numbers belonged to other people doing
I met Jenna while I was in college. Big shocker right? That’s how most of these stories always start, but it’s true. I had been in a dorm room alone when she transferred to my room. Something had happened with her roommate (I think she died or left the school or something) then Jen requested to be moved in with a roommate. At first I thought she was a bit distant, cold even, but eventually we got comfortable with one another.
We were both 19 and while she was studying to become a
At the age of 13, I was having wet dreams of kissing my best friend. I was far too naïve to know that girls could do anything other than kiss, and far too horny to cum from less than a kiss.
My best friend Marissa was shaping up to be very beautiful.
She was Armenian, with olive-toned skin, long, black hair, and big, green cat eyes. Her breasts were fast growing large, their sloping perfection drawing my eyes continually.
The dream I would have always involved us innocently lying together in
Rose McGuire was still somewhat amazed by the simple things that captivated her those days. She had been staring at a series of green vines and assorted flowers that had been painted on the wall of her cellar-apartment by the beautiful blonde girl sleeping next to her. It was hard to make out details by the ghostly light emitted by the television and its electric snow.
Charlotte had thought it would be a great way of “livening up” the place, and Rose had discovered that there were
The next day I had two classes and to be honest about it I might as well not even have gone. My mind was on Donna and her beautiful, sexy body. The day before had been wonderful and I was looking forward to making love to her again. I had almost forgotten about my promise to take her with me to see if those two hot teachers would return for another bout of sexy lovemaking.
About three o’clock my cell phone rang. It was Donna wanting to know where to meet me. I could tell that she was
“My god this is a slow night! What the hell is everyone doing?” Constable Lydia Knightley was bored to tears, almost literally, and struggling to keep awake in the worst way. 2am on a twelve-hour night shift was the beginning of the nods, and with no action around, there was nothing but will power keeping her awake.
Lucky she was working with the hottest Senior Constable in the station, and she only had to glance sideways in the car to see into Lucy’s gaping uniform, letting
This was my first summer in New York City. The twin towers still stood, tall and proud, a much-needed landmark for a disoriented girl from Ohio exiting the subway into the intense confusion of the streets of Manhattan. I was twenty-one years old, underemployed, broke, and basically friendless in a big and intimidating city.
At the time I was sharing a crappy two bedroom apartment on the lower east side with a guy named Chester. Chester was a grad student at NYU; he had advertised for a roommate
Crap! My back was killing me so I called up my masseuse. I’ve been seeing the same massage therapist for a couple of years now. Mindy is great and works around my busy schedule. She went into business after she lost her job in banking and was able to convert one of her spare rooms into her massage spa. Thankfully she’s been making enough money to keep her home out of foreclosure.
I’ve never told anyone this but I’ve had a crush on Mindy since the first time I saw her.
Carrie picked irritably at a small piece of lint on her pristinely starched uniform. She would have preferred to wear civilian clothes but she knew the uniform was expected of her and Jonathon ‘Jonno’ Clark had deserved her respect.
She sat dry eyed and numb throughout the service, as the vicar droned on about the terrible waste of human life, the selfless sacrifice to protect human rights and finishing up with the predictable blurb about him now being in a better place.
The vicar
This short story is a follow on from Krissy’s Holiday in the Far East, so read that first if you want the full picture. It is always intriguing what happens after a brief fling, though we so rarely get to find out. I thought a juicy follow up was well deserved.
A couple of months after Krissy’s return from Bangkok, a letter arrived for her. This was a rarity nowadays, so much correspondence taking place on e-mail rather than on paper. This was a flashback to the old days, a lovely