I decided to wait for you, even though we’d made no plans. I know you’ll be here. You love to visit this small wooded area, with its immense old oaks even when you’re not on the hunt. I’m sure you can sense that I’m waiting.
I sit with my back to a tree trunk with my knees drawn up to my chest. The silver moon winks at me through the branches that shiver in the breeze.
I chill ripples through me, and I can feel my nipples shift within my corset as they harden. I
Here I was, in the huge backseat of a restored ’57 Chevy Bel-Air with a woman whose name I couldn’t remember; her mouth, tasting of whiskey and tobacco, kissing me, her callused, sure, hands slipping off my panties. My wide hips tipping up to let her, my mouth slack and open to her demanding, slippery, tongue; my head tilted, eyes open, staring at the rivulets of rain streaking the fogged side window.
Zippers of her leather jacket rasping on my breasts naked underneath my shaker
I’m lying in bed mid-afternoon daydreaming trying to catch forty winks after a gruelling nightshift, almost deliriously tired but still can’t seem to drift off to sleep. I feel wired, buzzed, but I can’t quite put my finger on why. I try putting my finger downstairs to relieve some tension but even orgasmic release seems to be just beyond me at the moment. It’s just then, with one hand down my panties and one playing with my breast that I hear a knock on the door.
I know
Sometimes the moment just gets the better of you. I had such an occurrence last month on a hiking outing with a girlfriend. What started out as a three-hour hike up and over a local mountain, turned into a sexual experience I will never forget, and likely never repeat.
I do quite a bit of hiking in the mountains around our medium-sized town here in Montana. There is a group of us gals that regularly gets together to explore the trails and peaks that line the valley in which our town sits. Last
I lay on the bed, my small son at my breast, feeding quietly. His small mouth sucking on my nipple, drawing milk from my swollen and hard breasts. God, it felt wonderful. I felt a little guilty because it did feel so very sensual. My pussy began to tingle. I had to make myself not reach down and stroke my clit.
Damn, I was horny. I’d had little Jimmy four months ago and he was fit and growing every day on my plentiful supply of milk.
I really loved to feed him. My pussy was over his birth
The ad read, ” Gentle Touch….bachelor parties, one on one shows, sensual massages. Sorry, no credit cards.” Lisa took another long sip from her gin and tonic, and stared at the paper in front of her. My God, she wondered, Am I really going to do this?
She stood up and nervously paced the livingroom floor. Did she really want this? But what choice did she have? She’d known for a long time that she felt an unusual affinity for some women that she’d met. Not all of
The following story was a collaboration of sorts, and is based on real people in a real school setting. While the story itself is fiction, the characters are real, and two of them actually participate in the activities that I have described. It was a collaboration because I got many of my ideas directly from Mindy herself, along with several pictures of her and Nancy enjoying those activities.
I hope you enjoy the story, and as always, please leave a comment.
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Assistant principal Mindy
Prologue
It was close to midnight when Sarah Mason awoke in her bedroom from a bad night’s sleep. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she sobbed heavily, her breathing erratic and uncontrolled, her facial expressions ridden with angst and pain. A lamp was switched on in the hallway outside and quietly her brother, John Mason standing six feet one, opened the door to her bedroom and made his way inside.
No words were necessary as he removed her covers in order to carry her to his bedroom.
The day was getting long. Kate sat and stared out the window. Richmond was not the city it had been four years ago. She remembered with a smile the days before the war. When gentlemen from both the north and the south came to seek her talents. Not just smelly soldiers with nothing more in their pockets than useless Confederate script. She remembered being paid in gold for her services on more than one occasion.
Her reverie broke, there were voices down the hall. “What’s the old
Hi, I’m Alicia, I’m eighteen years old and a Senior at Central High School, I’m also a varsity cheerleader there, along with my best friend and lover, Shelly. Yes, Shelly is my lover, has been since December when we got stranded at the Log Cabin Motel because of a blizzard.
Since discovering the pleasures of girl on girl love making, we’ve introduced Brea, a quiet class mate, Samantha, a fellow cheerleader, and Rose Marie, a new girl who had problems adjusting at first,