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Claire's career takes a new turn.
My career on the 'alternative' catwalks of Paris was always exciting, but not much more so than my personal life, with Robert, who indulged my taste for showing off my body, and didn't mind a bit that I myself enjoyed nothing better than the knowledge that a stranger had been treated to a view of my shaven pussy, or, better still, that I had made love with him – or someone else – in a public place.
We took to inviting Ti-Liu, the little Asian girl from our office, to our house-parties. She was agile and inventive, and Robert loved to have me masturbate him while we watched Ti-Liu and his servant Lily making love together.
My career on the ‘alternative’ catwalks of Paris was always exciting, but not much more so than my personal life, with Robert, who indulged my taste for showing off my body, and didn’t mind a bit that I myself enjoyed nothing better than the knowledge that a stranger had been treated to a view of my shaven pussy, or, better still, that I had made love with him – or someone else – in a public place.
We took to inviting Ti-Liu, the little Asian girl from our office, to our house-parties. She was agile and inventive, and Robert loved to have me masturbate him while we watched Ti-Liu and his servant Lily making love together. Read more »
Anne gets ready for her second modeling job.
I awoke on Sunday morning, hung over, but feeling good. I felt, well, I felt alive. What had gotten into me? My mind trawled through the events of the previous night. Did I really show myself off to Roger like that? Had I really done THAT? Yes, you had. And I liked it. And he was never going to tell, I could be sure of that, so it was going to be our little secret. I doubted he would even tell any of his buddies – that look of fear in his eyes as he worried about Wendy waking up; he wanted to see me, wanted it desperately, but if she ever found out, his world was going to cave in. That thought gave me a feeling of security, even power. Did I feel any guilt? I did, but the thrill of exposing myself like that felt just so good!
I awoke on Sunday morning, hung over, but feeling good. I felt, well, I felt alive. What had gotten into me? My mind trawled through the events of the previous night. Did I really show myself off to Roger like that? Had I really done THAT? Yes, you had. And I liked it. And he was never going to tell, I could be sure of that, so it was going to be our little secret. I doubted he would even tell any of his buddies – that look of fear in his eyes as he worried about Wendy waking up; he wanted to see me, wanted it desperately, but if she ever found out, his world was going to cave in. That thought gave me a feeling of security, even power. Did I feel any guilt? I did, but the thrill of exposing myself like that felt just so good! Read more »
High-powered business executive becomes motor show model.
"(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd just like to say thanks to everyone who voted for Amateur Photographer and made it number 1 in the top lists, even if only for a few days. It's much appreciated - and there will be more chapters coming soon). "
"What's the matter, Kelly?" I asked, placing my tray of food on the table before sitting down to join her for lunch in the company cafeteria. Kelly looked as though she was about to cry. She was just 19 years old, a junior secretary in the large advertising and marketing firm for which we both worked. She was a lovely, bubbly young girl of whom I was quite fond. She had a heart of gold, and unlike many of the other juniors who worked on her floor, she tried very hard and cared about her job and getting the right outcome for the company and the clients. In my much more senior capacity as one of the account executives I had unofficially taken her under my wing in a sort of big sister capacity, helping her through problems when I could. I liked her and I felt that with a bit of guidance she could have a big future ahead of her. So I was a bit concerned about her apparent state of distress, and now she was struggling to hold back her tears. What could be wrong?
“(AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’d just like to say thanks to everyone who voted for Amateur Photographer and made it number 1 in the top lists, even if only for a few days. It’s much appreciated - and there will be more chapters coming soon). ”
“What’s the matter, Kelly?” I asked, placing my tray of food on the table before sitting down to join her for lunch in the company cafeteria. Kelly looked as though she was about to cry. She was just 19 years old, a junior secretary in the large advertising and marketing firm for which we both worked. She was a lovely, bubbly young girl of whom I was quite fond. She had a heart of gold, and unlike many of the other juniors who worked on her floor, she tried very hard and cared about her job and getting the right outcome for the company and the clients. In my much more senior capacity as one of the account executives I had unofficially taken her under my wing in a sort of big sister capacity, helping her through problems when I could. I liked her and I felt that with a bit of guidance she could have a big future ahead of her. So I was a bit concerned about her apparent state of distress, and now she was struggling to hold back her tears. What could be wrong? Read more »
Veronica and Mrs. B go for a swim.
"Some babysitter I am," I said with a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced over at me from her book, a paperback copy of "The Davinci Code" that I had loaned her, and smiled.
"I'm glad the kids found something else to do," she said, stretching on the lounge chair with a yawn.
They had gotten in very late from their party, past two. I knew because I heard them laughing and trying to be quiet in the hallway as they fumbled their way to their room. Then came Mrs. B's moans and Doc's grunting and the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall and the squeak and shift of their bed.
“Some babysitter I am,” I said with a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced over at me from her book, a paperback copy of “The Davinci Code” that I had loaned her, and smiled.
“I’m glad the kids found something else to do,” she said, stretching on the lounge chair with a yawn.
They had gotten in very late from their party, past two. I knew because I heard them laughing and trying to be quiet in the hallway as they fumbled their way to their room. Then came Mrs. B’s moans and Doc’s grunting and the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall and the squeak and shift of their bed. Read more »
Stakes go up in second college sex game.
She eased herself into the bathtub letting the warm water take the stress out of her body. She had just poured her first glass of very cold, white wine and took the first sip. The twins were finally off to their first summer camp; the house was empty and quiet. She put her head back against the tub pillow and closed her eyes. She thought, "I can't believe it was only a few years ago that…
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The bus with 48 very horny freshmen stopped in front of Bellman Center. It emptied quickly with most of the men hurrying to find the source of the music, and maybe a female that would go with it.
She eased herself into the bathtub letting the warm water take the stress out of her body. She had just poured her first glass of very cold, white wine and took the first sip. The twins were finally off to their first summer camp; the house was empty and quiet. She put her head back against the tub pillow and closed her eyes. She thought, “I can’t believe it was only a few years ago that…
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The bus with 48 very horny freshmen stopped in front of Bellman Center. It emptied quickly with most of the men hurrying to find the source of the music, and maybe a female that would go with it. Read more »
Sara thinks of something new.
*The Game—Chapter 3 Sara"s First Fantasy*
First some background:
Ron and I have been dating for several months now. We are both attractive young professionals working in the Chicago area. I am blond, 5"6", and have 34b breasts. Ron is about 6", trim and athletic, and has an 8 inch cock. He can cum like a freight train and produce more spunk than I ever thought possible.
Recently Ron and I have begun exploring sexual fantasies together (See Chapter"s 1 and 2 for details). We have invented a game where each month one of us will fulfill a fantasy of the other"s. Last month was Ron"s month and this month is mine.
*The Game—Chapter 3 Sara”s First Fantasy*
First some background:
Ron and I have been dating for several months now. We are both attractive young professionals working in the Chicago area. I am blond, 5″6″, and have 34b breasts. Ron is about 6″, trim and athletic, and has an 8 inch cock. He can cum like a freight train and produce more spunk than I ever thought possible.
Recently Ron and I have begun exploring sexual fantasies together (See Chapter”s 1 and 2 for details). We have invented a game where each month one of us will fulfill a fantasy of the other”s. Last month was Ron”s month and this month is mine. Read more »
