My day began as any other. I awoke with my pussy wet from the superb dream of you. I reach my hand down under the covers and find my swollen clit, I brush across it ever so lightly which sends shivers through my body. I slide a finger into my well-lubricated entrance, close my eyes and pretend it’s you.
Your naked body so close to me. Your fingers slipping in and out of me.
Your thumb circles my clit that is now sending electric shocks through me. You lower your mouth to my nipple and
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
Author’s Note: Thanks to LizHaze once again for the editing, and she’s even got a story of her own now! Maybe check it out?
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I kind of liked summer. Sure it meant living at home instead of away at university, as well as feeling like a bit of a failure for once again not having a summer job, but it had its upsides. It was nice being able to sleep in any day I wanted, and not having to constantly worry about a paper I was supposed to write or a test that was coming up. It tended
Being a virgin at 20 didn’t make Chelsea a prude, but she was definitely in the minority amongst her peers.
She was sitting in her room, musing on why “it” hadn’t happened yet and could definitely come up with a few reasons, none of which were the traditional ones. No, she wasn’t saving herself for marriage – god that could be years from now — or never! Neither was she waiting for just the right guy — at 20 she was pretty sure he didn’t
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
Two days after I graduated from High School, my dad surrendered to the cancer that had been kicking his ass for more than three years. To say my mom and I were devastated would be an understatement. It seemed like we died with him as we moved like zombies in a cloud of unreality. A world without him was no place we knew or wanted to know. And yet, there we were, the carpet pulled forever out from under us.
I was grateful that school was finished, making the hibernation into which we sank less
“Shit! I’m so gonna be late for practice.” Jeremy Tryon was stuck on the highway in a traffic jam. More than likely a bunch of people who were going to the same place he was. At least he didn’t have to unpack when he got there. He would just check-in, change into some workout clothes and run down to the track. He could still do it. He pulled into the back of the Stonewall Hall loading dock.
He sprinted down the hallway, rushed the RA through the check-in procedure and
Maggie woke up in an amorous mood that morning. She bounded out of bed, fed the kids breakfast and got them off to the school bus in record time. She was looking forward to jumping back in bed with her husband when he entered the kitchen. Maggie was disappointed to see Keith had already showered and dressed.
“You’re going in early?” she asked dejectedly. “Yeah, I have a meeting at 8:30 sharp, and I still have a few things to prepare,” Keith said.
Maggie walked up behind him and pressed her body
Roy Bailey was limping home, he had been attacked and beaten again by his tormentor, and he swore that when he got older, bigger and wiser, he would have his revenge, totally!
At 18 he was still too much of a boy, and not enough of a man, although he didn’t regard Ricky Thomas who was almost 21 as much of a man either. To be able to defend himself, The bastard was much bigger and stronger than he was, and a whole lot nastier.
His rep was known far and wide. Roy’s problems began when
My hands shook as I was preparing the test tubes, marking them and putting them in the rack. Something was off tonight. I knew it, and Aaron knew it too. It was like electricity, making the fine hairs on my arms stand on end and causing my nipples to harden. My heartbeat reverberated throughout my torso. I put one hand firmly on the cool stone surface of the lab table and took a deep breath, intending to steady myself but accomplishing nothing of the sort.
On the other end of the table, I could
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