“Well here it is the weekend already. Since we don’t have to work tomorrow, how about we spend some “quality time” trying to give one another the most INTENSE single orgasm we possibly can,” I said. It didn’t take long for me to convince my wife to partake in my little orgasm challenge. We decided that the other would treat the winner of our little contest to dinner the next night.
“Do you have something particular in mind,” she asks. Then she
The cabbie looked at me knowingly as I handed over his fare. I just smirked in return. He knew what a girl dressed like I was , what I was after and so did I. I was dressed like a dirty, fucking slut for good reason — I was a dirty, fucking slut.
I had come to this shattering realisation in the twelve months since my eighteenth birthday party (sucking off four different guys as a present to yourself can bring that realisation you know) and ever since I had realised how badly I craved
It was a Sole-Proprietorship business but a girl was added after two years to answer telephones, act as receptionist and file papers. She was only five feet tall, married twelve years and built like a brick shithouse. Maybe her figure is what caused me to hire her although in total honesty it had never crossed my mind except as an afterthought. She’d been available the hours I needed her and had some experience.
My workshop and shipping were located in a large area in back and the place
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
He knelt between my spread thighs as I lay naked on my back. His hard cock jutted from his taut muscular body and my hungry eyes devoured his glistening flesh as he fisted his long, thick dick and looked down at me with an amused expression on his chiseled face.
“Do you want it?” He teased as he rubbed the slick wet head of his cock against my taint making me moan softly with wanton desire. I had never been with a man before. I had never considered it an option before that night but
When I meet Jessie, she was just a silly kid going to college. But there was something about her. She had a sarcastic wit that I found very refreshing. She was respectful and yet there was a rebelliousness about her that bubbled just under the surface. I had met her while doing a college tour. I was lecturing about the effects of jail on juveniles. We started talking, and I was telling her about what prison life was all about. Her twinkling green eyes flashed as I told her about some of the
“So, what did you have in mind?” you ask with a coy smile.
I thought about the evening out from which we just returned. The kids were away for the night. We had been flirting and teasing each other all night, and I could feel the sexual tension between us. I knew you could feel it too. I could see it in the way you had been looking at me. In the way you slowly unbuttoned your heavy coat when we walked through the door, one button at a time, watching me until it was open and you let
There are a few things you should know first:
A) He was sensual and creative. I think you can be sensual without being creative, but I don’t think you can be creative without being sensual. Fortunately for me, he was both.
B) He was my intellectual equal, something I had not experienced in a long time. I was able to talk to him without explaining myself, without clarification of what I meant. It was exciting and challenging.
C) He was older and worldlier. He wasn’t a frat boy. He
As I remember the night that I met her, I still tremble with excitement. She had etched herself into my memory forever.
The night was just cool enough to wear the coat. A nice fur, mink I think, it was soft to the touch. I remember it well. I will never forget. I had been in that restaurant for almost 3 hours and while every one of my clients was enjoying themselves including myself, I had to get some fresh air.
The restaurant was located at the end of the street on the corner of 5th and 27th,
It was Friday evening and I was home. Not something a red blooded nineteen year old girl like me wants to admit but I was. Well I was trying to save and nights out with the girls had stopped that dead in its tracks, so I was home; Mom was in her bedroom, my eighteen year old sister in hers (three months after having me)- I know you’re dying for details ‘breastfeeding made me horny’ she told me when I was trying to explain why we were so close- unlike all my friends who had