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Artist and model go well beyond a professional relationship.
When Greta phoned to say that she wanted to meet with us because she had a proposition she wanted us to consider, Amy invited her round to the studio rather than have both of us get dressed and go to her gallery.
"We don't know what it's about, Sam. It mightn't be worth the bother. Besides, she's the one who wants to sell us on whatever the idea is."
"True, but Greta's my agent. My interests are usually her interests, too, so she won't want to be wasting her time as well as mine. If she thinks it is a good idea, we should listen to what it is."
When Greta phoned to say that she wanted to meet with us because she had a proposition she wanted us to consider, Amy invited her round to the studio rather than have both of us get dressed and go to her gallery.
“We don’t know what it’s about, Sam. It mightn’t be worth the bother. Besides, she’s the one who wants to sell us on whatever the idea is.”
“True, but Greta’s my agent. My interests are usually her interests, too, so she won’t want to be wasting her time as well as mine. If she thinks it is a good idea, we should listen to what it is.” Read more »
You never saw a show like this at Macy's.
"Another thanks to Angel Love a great editor and a friend."
Bob didn't know he would be window shopping tonight but if everything went as planned he would have an early Christmas. My wife and I can be very generous on occasion and tonight was an occasion.
My wife and I were married 2 years after high school. I didn't discover until twelve years later that she loved to show off her body. An even bigger surprise was that I loved her doing it.
Joan's wardrobe should have been my first clue. She favored short dresses, loose tops and tight shorts. She had one knit jumpsuit that was like a second skin. She wore the jumpsuit to the family Christmas party one-year without any panties or bra. My cousins and uncles couldn't keep their eyes off her.
“Another thanks to Angel Love a great editor and a friend.”
Bob didn’t know he would be window shopping tonight but if everything went as planned he would have an early Christmas. My wife and I can be very generous on occasion and tonight was an occasion.
My wife and I were married 2 years after high school. I didn’t discover until twelve years later that she loved to show off her body. An even bigger surprise was that I loved her doing it.
Joan’s wardrobe should have been my first clue. She favored short dresses, loose tops and tight shorts. She had one knit jumpsuit that was like a second skin. She wore the jumpsuit to the family Christmas party one-year without any panties or bra. My cousins and uncles couldn’t keep their eyes off her. Read more »
After my car breaks down, I have to deal to have it repaired.
I'm sorry it's been awhile since I've contributed, I really appreciate all of you sending me Emails with your comments, good and bad. They've been really helpful. Please keep it up. I have several more stories almost ready for publication so keep a lookout as well and let me know your thoughts.
This story is about something that happened to me a few years back while I was still with the boyfriend I wrote about in my story called "The River". I had tried to break up with him right after that incident, but he begged for another chance and fool that I was, I gave it to him. Of course, I didn't tell him that I had gotten screwed silly by his roommates that day by the river.
I’m sorry it’s been awhile since I’ve contributed, I really appreciate all of you sending me Emails with your comments, good and bad. They’ve been really helpful. Please keep it up. I have several more stories almost ready for publication so keep a lookout as well and let me know your thoughts.
This story is about something that happened to me a few years back while I was still with the boyfriend I wrote about in my story called “The River”. I had tried to break up with him right after that incident, but he begged for another chance and fool that I was, I gave it to him. Of course, I didn’t tell him that I had gotten screwed silly by his roommates that day by the river. Read more »
Tormented in loneliness he watches his secret lover.
I lay restless on top of the sheets of my bed. My own perspiration has already dampened the imprint beneath my naked body. My penis lies awkwardly toward the right, with the tip touching my thigh. The warm night air moves softly in the window causing the thin cotton curtain to slowly billow into the room momentarily before returning to hang limp again. The faint shadows on the wall of my darkened room make patterns of odd shapes that reminded me of a cheap cardboard kaleidoscope I once had as a child. I remember sitting for what seems like hours looking into the small tube, lost in my own world. A world of lonely secrets. The night outside my open window was silent and lonely and though I hated it for its silence, I'm glad it was there. I feel like a drug addict must feel at times. Loathing the weakness that possesses me yet seemingly living for it.
I lay restless on top of the sheets of my bed. My own perspiration has already dampened the imprint beneath my naked body. My penis lies awkwardly toward the right, with the tip touching my thigh. The warm night air moves softly in the window causing the thin cotton curtain to slowly billow into the room momentarily before returning to hang limp again. The faint shadows on the wall of my darkened room make patterns of odd shapes that reminded me of a cheap cardboard kaleidoscope I once had as a child. I remember sitting for what seems like hours looking into the small tube, lost in my own world. A world of lonely secrets. The night outside my open window was silent and lonely and though I hated it for its silence, I’m glad it was there. I feel like a drug addict must feel at times. Loathing the weakness that possesses me yet seemingly living for it. Read more »
The buzzing vibrator was tormenting her in public
I hadn't seen Kyle in a few years. He was an old boyfriend from college; after graduation, he went to the University of Florida for law school and I had moved to Miami and settled into the grind of work. He had just broken up with a girlfriend of three years, and he was so excited when I told him I was coming to visit. So I knew I had to figure out a way to cheer him up.
We arranged to meet at Kazbor's Grill for cocktails and dinner. Standing alone naked in my hotel room, I looked into the mirror and wondered if I would have the nerve to go through with wearing what I planned to wear.
I hadn’t seen Kyle in a few years. He was an old boyfriend from college; after graduation, he went to the University of Florida for law school and I had moved to Miami and settled into the grind of work. He had just broken up with a girlfriend of three years, and he was so excited when I told him I was coming to visit. So I knew I had to figure out a way to cheer him up.
We arranged to meet at Kazbor’s Grill for cocktails and dinner. Standing alone naked in my hotel room, I looked into the mirror and wondered if I would have the nerve to go through with wearing what I planned to wear. Read more »
MacKenzie opens his heart to Shana.
MacKenzie Miles stared at the beautiful woman, unsure of what he'd just heard. "What?"
"You heard me." Shana wanted to sound sure of herself but her voice broke and she didn't know how to cover that.
"Yes, I did." He took a breath, giving her a teasing rub and moved over her, his cock throbbing with a heartbeat of its own. "So what do you want me to do about it?"
He was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes and swooped down to kiss them away, angry at himself for not realizing how fragile she was. She had opened herself up to him and he had responded like an insensitive cad. "I'm sorry, Shana. Don't cry." He paused, wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks. "I just don't know how to follow that up."
MacKenzie Miles stared at the beautiful woman, unsure of what he’d just heard. “What?”
“You heard me.” Shana wanted to sound sure of herself but her voice broke and she didn’t know how to cover that.
“Yes, I did.” He took a breath, giving her a teasing rub and moved over her, his cock throbbing with a heartbeat of its own. “So what do you want me to do about it?”
He was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes and swooped down to kiss them away, angry at himself for not realizing how fragile she was. She had opened herself up to him and he had responded like an insensitive cad. “I’m sorry, Shana. Don’t cry.” He paused, wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks. “I just don’t know how to follow that up.” Read more »
She shows off at a summer crafts fair.
"(The story so far: Three days ago, I rescued Carmen, a cute 20-year-old library staffer, from a potentially embarrassing situation between the stacks when her sweatpants slipped down. We had only been nodding acquaintances before, but this really broke the ice. She led me into an unused side room where we talked more. I found out that this outwardly shy girl had some kinky tendencies in the comfort of her own home. In the locked room, we eventually made out and had sex. (Almost got caught in the act, too.) We made plans to meet this weekend.)"
“(The story so far: Three days ago, I rescued Carmen, a cute 20-year-old library staffer, from a potentially embarrassing situation between the stacks when her sweatpants slipped down. We had only been nodding acquaintances before, but this really broke the ice. She led me into an unused side room where we talked more. I found out that this outwardly shy girl had some kinky tendencies in the comfort of her own home. In the locked room, we eventually made out and had sex. (Almost got caught in the act, too.) We made plans to meet this weekend.)” Read more »
Her lover shows her off.
All the card said was "Put this on and be ready at 3:00." The box had been delivered by his driver, Kevin, earlier in the day. I still wasn't sure what to make of it. The card had come attached to a white box. In the box was a short, and I do mean short, black leather skirt, a black lace top that looked like it would barely cover me, a black satin half-cup bra that was one cup size smaller than I normally wear and a pair of 3-inch glossy black stiletto heels. He'd never wanted me to dress this way before. He always insisted on elegant clothes and sexy lingerie. This was something completely different.
All the card said was “Put this on and be ready at 3:00.” The box had been delivered by his driver, Kevin, earlier in the day. I still wasn’t sure what to make of it. The card had come attached to a white box. In the box was a short, and I do mean short, black leather skirt, a black lace top that looked like it would barely cover me, a black satin half-cup bra that was one cup size smaller than I normally wear and a pair of 3-inch glossy black stiletto heels. He’d never wanted me to dress this way before. He always insisted on elegant clothes and sexy lingerie. This was something completely different. Read more »
Jamie and Monica watch Catherine get ravished by Marc.
"Please, somebody fuck me" rang out in the room. Catherine's pussy was dripping wet and on fire. After what we had just been through I was so hard I couldn't stand it. I leaned in and kissed her hard. God, I wanted to ravish her, fuck her like I'd never fucked anybody before. I moved into position to stick my hard cock deep into her pussy when Monica's hand touched my shoulder.
Catherine and I had met earlier in the evening for a wild weekend of sex. After meeting Monica and her friends for the first time we went to our room and made sweet, passionate love. Monica had invited us to her room where a wild party was taking place. After makine love we came to Monica's room where Catherine met Marc. Catherine had convinced me to help her suck Marc to orgasm and we shared his cum. Now Catherine needed to be fucked....really, really fucked.
“Please, somebody fuck me” rang out in the room. Catherine’s pussy was dripping wet and on fire. After what we had just been through I was so hard I couldn’t stand it. I leaned in and kissed her hard. God, I wanted to ravish her, fuck her like I’d never fucked anybody before. I moved into position to stick my hard cock deep into her pussy when Monica’s hand touched my shoulder.
Catherine and I had met earlier in the evening for a wild weekend of sex. After meeting Monica and her friends for the first time we went to our room and made sweet, passionate love. Monica had invited us to her room where a wild party was taking place. After makine love we came to Monica’s room where Catherine met Marc. Catherine had convinced me to help her suck Marc to orgasm and we shared his cum. Now Catherine needed to be fucked….really, really fucked. 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 »