Laura

“Do you like my new necklace, Jeremy?” she’d ask, directing my attention to the green obelisk resting against the cushion of boobs. “Tell me what you think about this red lipstick.” “What would you think if I got my belly button pierced? I’m not too old for that, am I?” “Do you like this sweater?” The sweater was tight, low-cut, and thin enough that her nipples dented the fabric.

Emma

“Great, great,” I say, draping my coat over the back of my recliner, popping my loafers off. I reach to slide the leather wallet from the back pocket of my slacks, ignoring the way her tight little tank top is snug against her slender frame, ignoring the outline of her bra showing through. “What do I owe you?”

Survival Training

“Huh?” I tracked her gaze, and then to my horror, realized I was sporting some savage morningwood, tenting my shorts in an unmistakable display of virility. I blushed, hard. “Oh! I, um, I...” Her smiling eyes locked on mine, sparkled verdant despite the early hour. “Is that for me?”

Marjorie

She wasn’t having it. “No, don’t play innocent with me. That won’t work here, not if you want to get something out of this session.” She dragged her fingertips up from his knee to run casual circles on his inner thigh, licking her lips when she saw the bulge in his shorts expand, the outline of a thick phallus forming in the fabric.

Abby

“Richard.” And this time’s its an admonishment, the tone she takes when she has to explain common sense to me. “First off, stop apologizing. It’s just a boner. Second, isn’t that girl you like, Leanne, going to be there tonight? How’s it going to look to her if you get so embarrassed when she grinds her cute little butt up against you?” She giggles. “It’s just a penis, it points out what it likes.”

Jenna

“I’ll suck your dick, Mr Tucker.” In a flash, her blank disinterest was gone, replaced with an intense and sexy stare that warped gravity, that darkened everything else in the room. She took another step closer, shrugging out of her jacket, draping it over a rack, each movement precise and calculated to excite.

Kathy

When she says, “Come to my room,” I nod, not questioning that of course she means for us to finally hold our postponed planning conversation, to set forth our schedule for tomorrow.

Kasia

He looks up, his eyes finding mine. He looks cute, so serious with his salt-and-pepper hair and goofy old t-shirt and shorts. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Kasia, but--” “I’m showering, Mr. Wilcock,” I say, stepping back into the stream of water, letting it run down me, washing the soap off.

The Shuttle Bus

She was wearing jeans, and as she guided my hand back to them, her eyes locked on mine, leaving me with no ambiguity about what she wanted. No words were necessary as I brought my hand up and felt the warmth between her thighs. My fingers found the seam of her pants and pressed into it, rubbing her sex through the denim.

Cara

“I’ve been waiting this whole time, trying to get you alone. I think you’ll be fun to fuck. My mom did say I should be nice to you, and what’s nicer than slobbering all over your cock? Plus, I’ve never been with a married guy before, let alone a trophy husband.”