“Come closer.”
She stood by the doorway, teetering slightly on the outsoles of her heels. Peering towards the corner, she made out the silhouette sitting casually in the leather sofa in the corner. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, but the shaggy mane and the scent of clean musk were enough to tell her he had managed, yet again, to enter her home. She knew it was pointless to ask how. More important was why.
“Closer, my dear. That skirt is very becoming on you.”
Alarm bells peeled in
Chapter One
Coercion and Perversion
Emily walked through the front doors of the hotel and towards the elevators. She may have been closer to forty than she would have liked, and although she was no longer had the body of a fashion model she knew she still had the looks, and the figure, to get admiring glances from men of all ages, particularly when she took the time to dress well, as she had today.
She had dressed exactly as instructed in his email, or almost exactly. “Wear your blue two
Imagine a good-looking guy, tall, straight, intelligent, 20 years old and still a virgin. Sounds strange doesn’t it? Still it exactly describes my situation at the time. Sure, I’d had girlfriends. You know how these things go. They all wanted to kiss, and in some cases they even let me touch there breasts, but sex… nope. On the other hand my friends all seemed very experienced. They told me stories about how they made love to loads of women and I could only nod. Nobody knew that I
I had been teaching university classes for about three years. I was lucky to be looking for the job at just the right time, it wouldn’t have nearly so easy if not for issues among the faculty at the time. I never found out all the details except that the administration had to hire a decent sized group of teachers the year I started. Not only did it get me a job, but it also meant that as a younger woman I didn’t stand out quite as much against the older men who still made up the
I’m waiting patiently by the hostess station of the restaurant. I’ve told the hostess that I’m waiting for someone and not ready to be seated. It’s early and the restaurant isn’t crowded, so I don’t think we’ll have trouble being seated when You arrive.
I wonder if the hostess notices my nervousness. If so, she likely just thinks I’m waiting for a blind date or something. Little does she know that I know very well who I am expecting. My
It was finals week. Everyone on campus was in their respective places cramming for exams that would determine where they ranked scholastically. Scholarships were won and lost during this universally stressful time on campus.
I’m not boasting but I love this last two weeks of a semester. It’s quiet.
While everyone is shacked up in their dorm rooms or Greek houses I have the freedom to stroll about campus without being accosted by the bottom fifty percent of my classmates. The
The moment was upon them…
The hotel suit had been arranged, the details discussed at length, and now they were finally in each other’s company. Glasses of a delicate Chardonnay, now partly consumed, sat on the table between them, reflecting the soft light of the late summer afternoon.
They had chatted, of course, voices tight and a little fragile, but mutual knowledge of what was about to happen had made the air thick and heavy with nervous anticipation. It was time…
He
The activities I had this past weekend with Chelsea, Derek and their friends faded as best they could as I went about my normal classes the following week. Being exposed like that to former classmates was as humiliating an experience as I had ever had. The worst part of this experience was knowing that a guy I had thought could be my boyfriend, Derek, had seen me and fucked my ass while I was Chelsea’s slave.
I have learned to bury these feelings and stay focused on my schoolwork and so I
I loved the feeling of Ian’s tongue on my clit. The man was an oral sex god! The first time we’d fucked, he’d gone down on me like my pussy was the best meal he’d ever had. Every time since, his tongue action had gotten better. I just wished I could see him more often; if it wasn’t for his job, which kept him busy almost a hundred hours a week, I would have dragged the man into bed and stayed there permanently.
Tonight, we’d managed to find time to get
Mike and Gail were hosting the neighborhood party for their small group of friends. Gail, a senior High teacher was finished for the year. She was happy to be home and know that on Monday when her other friends were on the way to work she would be able to sleep late and spend the day loafing around their back yard pool. She wanted to work on her summer tan.
The small group of friends worked in the area and lived in the same neighborhood. Gail’s husband was a Civil engineer. His job paid
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