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Artist and model go well beyond a professional relationship.
"Two more minutes? Pleease?"
I knew that the arching pose Amy had got herself into was beginning to hurt, but my drawing was going well and I just needed to firm up some of its key details. Amy grunted at me through her clenched teeth, but nodded and held the pose. The window light was wintry and gentle as it shaped her smooth white body into soft highlights and smoky shadows, contrasting with the stretched tension of her torso leading up to her head which was flung back as far as it would go. I tried to draw quickly, but I didn't want to spoil a good start.
“Two more minutes? Pleease?”
I knew that the arching pose Amy had got herself into was beginning to hurt, but my drawing was going well and I just needed to firm up some of its key details. Amy grunted at me through her clenched teeth, but nodded and held the pose. The window light was wintry and gentle as it shaped her smooth white body into soft highlights and smoky shadows, contrasting with the stretched tension of her torso leading up to her head which was flung back as far as it would go. I tried to draw quickly, but I didn’t want to spoil a good start. Read more »
Artist and model go well beyond a professional relationship.
Tracey was late for the next session, so Amy and I started work without her. I left my old painting shirt on, just in case she eventually turned up, but that was starting to look very unlikely. We had finally come to the conclusion that Tracey didn't want to do any more nude modelling, even though it was a golden opportunity for her to get close to Amy with no clothes on, when in she walked.
"Sorry I'm late," she said. "Do you still want me?"
"Of course", I replied, "we're glad you could make it."
Tracey was late for the next session, so Amy and I started work without her. I left my old painting shirt on, just in case she eventually turned up, but that was starting to look very unlikely. We had finally come to the conclusion that Tracey didn’t want to do any more nude modelling, even though it was a golden opportunity for her to get close to Amy with no clothes on, when in she walked.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “Do you still want me?”
“Of course”, I replied, “we’re glad you could make it.” Read more »
Dreams come true when 3 girls play a prank.
Erin, Stephanie and I walked out of our class interested in the question posed by the professor – "Why do nice guy's finish last?" We were 2 months into our freshmen year at the community college in our home town. As we had tried to do all through high school, the three of us had taken the same class together. It was introductory Psychology. The professor was a middle aged lady who just liked to pose questions and get our response. The discussion for today was on the old idea of why women so often go after the "bad boys" while the "nice guys" get ignored.
Erin, Stephanie and I walked out of our class interested in the question posed by the professor – “Why do nice guy’s finish last?” We were 2 months into our freshmen year at the community college in our home town. As we had tried to do all through high school, the three of us had taken the same class together. It was introductory Psychology. The professor was a middle aged lady who just liked to pose questions and get our response. The discussion for today was on the old idea of why women so often go after the “bad boys” while the “nice guys” get ignored. Read more »
Vice-Principal becomes a show & tell project.
*Chapter 5- Sex Ed, Student Style*
It was another beautiful California day, just 2 or 3 weeks before the end of the school year. It had been 5 days since Ross Moran had assisted Suzie Connors in exacting her revenge on Ms. Virginia Lee, school Vice-Principal. Since that night, Ms. Lee had had no contact from either Ross or Suzie. On the few occasions when she'd seen them in the hallways, only Suzie had smiled at her. Ross had acted like she didn't even exist. Nevertheless, she knew it was only a matter of time before one or both of them would call on her again.
*Chapter 5- Sex Ed, Student Style*
It was another beautiful California day, just 2 or 3 weeks before the end of the school year. It had been 5 days since Ross Moran had assisted Suzie Connors in exacting her revenge on Ms. Virginia Lee, school Vice-Principal. Since that night, Ms. Lee had had no contact from either Ross or Suzie. On the few occasions when she’d seen them in the hallways, only Suzie had smiled at her. Ross had acted like she didn’t even exist. Nevertheless, she knew it was only a matter of time before one or both of them would call on her again. Read more »
The girls get naked again.
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EP CHI
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Mason arrived at Ep Chi a little less than an hour after the girls had left TriGam. There were still sisters hanging around the house, though many of them had changed into something more comfortable than the previous night"s party attire. More than a few eyebrows were raised as Mason let himself into the house, heading up the stairs to Jessa"s bedroom.
In Jessa"s room, the blonde was sitting on the floor, absentmindedly flipping through channels on the television, trying to quell nervous butterflies that had come alive in her stomach. Alex didn"t seem to be quite as nervous, having passed out on Jessa"s bed seconds after letting herself in. Both girls had changed out of their cocktail dresses, Jessa clad in a pair of exercise shorts and a tank-top, Alex completely covered by her long, tan winter coat.
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EP CHI
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Mason arrived at Ep Chi a little less than an hour after the girls had left TriGam. There were still sisters hanging around the house, though many of them had changed into something more comfortable than the previous night”s party attire. More than a few eyebrows were raised as Mason let himself into the house, heading up the stairs to Jessa”s bedroom.
In Jessa”s room, the blonde was sitting on the floor, absentmindedly flipping through channels on the television, trying to quell nervous butterflies that had come alive in her stomach. Alex didn”t seem to be quite as nervous, having passed out on Jessa”s bed seconds after letting herself in. Both girls had changed out of their cocktail dresses, Jessa clad in a pair of exercise shorts and a tank-top, Alex completely covered by her long, tan winter coat. Read more »
Her tryst with Mark.
THE SORORITY SISTERS. Mika No.2 -- Her tryst with Mark, Part One.
"Introduction:
During her first assignment for me Mika met Mark, among others. She had some intimate moments, which she recalls at the beginning of this report. She became quite interested in him and decided to go for more. Although she and her husband, CJ, have a fairly relaxed marriage, including a few threesomes with one other man, she had not had a one-on-one sexual relationship with another man. This adventure with Mark broke new ground.
THE SORORITY SISTERS. Mika No.2 — Her tryst with Mark, Part One.
“Introduction:
During her first assignment for me Mika met Mark, among others. She had some intimate moments, which she recalls at the beginning of this report. She became quite interested in him and decided to go for more. Although she and her husband, CJ, have a fairly relaxed marriage, including a few threesomes with one other man, she had not had a one-on-one sexual relationship with another man. This adventure with Mark broke new ground. Read more »
Shelly volunteers for a sex class demonstration again.
Shelly was back in Dr. Hartwell"s office listening to her explain the next demonstration for her sex physiology class.
The first one had gone well. She made, a much needed, $500, and had the most sexually exciting and liberating experience of her life. She was looking forward to this next phase with nervous excitement. Dr. Hartwell explained, "Our first demonstration where the class observed your masturbation to orgasm, well, several orgasms actually, was so successful that I felt compelled to do it again. This time we will have a male subject for the class to observe."
Shelly was back in Dr. Hartwell”s office listening to her explain the next demonstration for her sex physiology class.
The first one had gone well. She made, a much needed, $500, and had the most sexually exciting and liberating experience of her life. She was looking forward to this next phase with nervous excitement. Dr. Hartwell explained, “Our first demonstration where the class observed your masturbation to orgasm, well, several orgasms actually, was so successful that I felt compelled to do it again. This time we will have a male subject for the class to observe.” Read more »
Lunch with Melvin's ex wife.
Rain sheeted through the sky in heavy torrents, drenching the world, and the storm showed no sigs of letting up. Lightening zigzagged in crooked electric branches, zapping lightening rods, sparks showering, and frightening everyone who chanced glances upwards. Thunder, lightning's grumpy companion, rumbled like a hungry old man. Rather than becoming soaked to the bone, Melvin and Richie drove to the cafe though it was two blocks from their building, and they lucked out, finding an empty space in the parking garage next door.
Rain sheeted through the sky in heavy torrents, drenching the world, and the storm showed no sigs of letting up. Lightening zigzagged in crooked electric branches, zapping lightening rods, sparks showering, and frightening everyone who chanced glances upwards. Thunder, lightning’s grumpy companion, rumbled like a hungry old man. Rather than becoming soaked to the bone, Melvin and Richie drove to the cafe though it was two blocks from their building, and they lucked out, finding an empty space in the parking garage next door. Read more »
Learning about love after loss of wife.
It all started innocently enough. But then again, doesn't it always.
I had to go to Boston for a week. One of the branch offices needed to have their entire network rehabbed. I went to find out what was going on and make a long term plan for upgrading this office. It was work as normal, twelve hour days and not seeing daylight except thru an occasional window. Then back to the hotel for bar food and sleep. I wanted to see the local night life, but I was too tired.
I was also motivated to finish up quickly, as an old friend of my wife and I lives between Boston and Cape Cod. She asked me to come down for the weekend. Cindy was good friends of both my wife and I. The three of us spend most of our time together. We were the Three Musketeers. As life often does, it moved us in separate directions. Kathy and I moved to Tennessee, and Cindy moved to Massachusetts. Even after my wife died suddenly two years ago, Cindy and I continued to talk.
It all started innocently enough. But then again, doesn’t it always.
I had to go to Boston for a week. One of the branch offices needed to have their entire network rehabbed. I went to find out what was going on and make a long term plan for upgrading this office. It was work as normal, twelve hour days and not seeing daylight except thru an occasional window. Then back to the hotel for bar food and sleep. I wanted to see the local night life, but I was too tired.
I was also motivated to finish up quickly, as an old friend of my wife and I lives between Boston and Cape Cod. She asked me to come down for the weekend. Cindy was good friends of both my wife and I. The three of us spend most of our time together. We were the Three Musketeers. As life often does, it moved us in separate directions. Kathy and I moved to Tennessee, and Cindy moved to Massachusetts. Even after my wife died suddenly two years ago, Cindy and I continued to talk. Read more »
His first time with Kriszta.
I left the strip club, crossed the street and walked half a block to the bar that Kriszta had told me to go to. I walked in the door, down three steps, and found a booth off to one side with a view of the door. The bar wasn't very crowded, five or six groups of two to four people each.
As I settled in to wait, the barmaid walked over to take my order. She had red hair, worn in a pony tail, and large breasts. She was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans with a short apron. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra - God, how I loved Hungary! I ordered a Leffe, which she brought quickly, and then kept one eye on the door and the other on the barmaid.
I left the strip club, crossed the street and walked half a block to the bar that Kriszta had told me to go to. I walked in the door, down three steps, and found a booth off to one side with a view of the door. The bar wasn’t very crowded, five or six groups of two to four people each.
As I settled in to wait, the barmaid walked over to take my order. She had red hair, worn in a pony tail, and large breasts. She was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans with a short apron. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra - God, how I loved Hungary! I ordered a Leffe, which she brought quickly, and then kept one eye on the door and the other on the barmaid. Read more »