Daisy took her time dressing for the party. She wanted to look sexy and provocative. Her braless tits and hard nipples poked shamelessly through the tight red cotton top cut above her pierced belly button. A tiny black skirt barely covered her ass cheeks. The eye shadow was heavy and the lipstick bright red.
Daisy stood in front of the mirror and smiled. The girl staring back at her had that “fuck me” look she wanted to achieve. Not that Daisy was planning on getting fucked. She
I looked on in horror at what had just happened. All my attempts to keep my true identity secret had been snatched from me in that one cold moment when Charles Wild, Skipper of the Golden Eagle, grabbed my shirt and it came away in his hands.
His eyes focused on the bindings that held my breasts in place to give the impression I was a boy. I saw the lust in his eyes and realised I could no longer hide under the name of Jack Jones.
My greater fear was that I would be exposed as Rose Turner;
Ella shifted in her aisle seat uncomfortably. It had been a long flight and there were still a couple hours left. On her right sat two hefty middle aged men, snoring obnoxiously or chewing on snacks with their mouths open, their pudge and arms spilling over into her seat.
She had tried sleeping, listening to music, even reading, but nothing caught her attention and the flight was dragging on so slow. She sighed, wishing she was in New York already.
She thought about Mark, who had confessed his
Smita looked at her reflection in the glass door while waiting for the elevator. The 25-year old law student looked good tonight. Her long dark hair hung freely over her shoulders. She was wearing a short black skirt with sheer thigh-high stockings no more than a few inches higher than the hem of her skirt. She preferred wearing garter belts and stockings opposed to pantyhose. Her sexy slip-on heals did little to increase her 5’2″ height.
Her white blouse was comfortably snug, and
Hi, I have never regarded myself as a bit of a dummy, even if I was! A person that can be somehow led by the nose, fooled and conned. I had always been a bit of a follower, when people, even in school suggested something I always got roped in. I used to get into trouble because of it too, but adults soon understood that, while I wasn’t aware of me, they were.
But I was like a sponge, I took everything in and I fell for what happened so easily it was untrue. But I have to say that I am now
Charity and Chad had been friends for a very long time. Never anything intimate not even the slightest tint of sexual interest on either of their parts. They had met while attending college and always seemed to look upon each other for support and friendship and nothing more.
Although that was the way it seemed to them both something darker had been lurking in Chad’s mind for a while now.
He would wake up in the middle of the night sweating and erect and his dreams of her fresh on his mind. He
It was late at night and the Wafflehouse was nearly empty when Amy saw the man come in. He was medium height and strongly built. She looked him over and licked her lips as she went back to clearing the table.
“My god,” she thought “he looks like he could break me in half! And I wouldn’t much mind it.”
The man took a seat at the counter and Amy quickly brought him his menu. “Hi, I’m Amy and if there’s anything I can do for you just let me know.”
He looked up at her and considered the sight: She
This story started over six years ago when I first encountered Paula. We met at work and became friends. Obviously I realized that she was gorgeous but this was at a time when I was quite the popular guy with the ladies already. Our most recent relationship started as an accident. What a wonderful accident it was. First let me take you to the beginning of the story.
Paula and I met at a law firm in Manhattan across the street from the World Trade Center. At the time I was 22 and sex was always
It felt odd, sitting in front of the screen, waiting to have a conversation with someone. But then it wasn’t just a screen. A camera, too. I can see you. Big deal, I can see you too. I like the anonymity of the telephone, I can curl myself up, pull faces, read the news, hell, I can even play with myself, safe in the knowledge that no-one gets anything more than my voice. This felt a lot more dangerous.
I looked at my watch. Eight pm. Afternoon in NY. I followed the instructions on the
“Please…please…” she begged quietly out to the darkness. “Take what you want, I swear I won’t say-”
“Shut up.” He said it quietly, calmly.
Jaquelyn didn’t know how the man had gotten into her home, much less managed to get into her bed room without her hearing a sound. Had she forgotten to set the alarm? She had been apprehensive about living alone, but to have her worst fears come to fruition was something she thought was just her
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