I’m upstairs in the sanctity of my own bedroom having myself a little jerk-off session when the door slams open and in storm my mom’s two friends, Amy Claire and Danielle Cheng. “What’re you doing?!” I yell at them, scrambling to grab the blanket to cover myself, tripping over the leg of table as I … Continue reading Caught Perving
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Costume Play
“It’s not too slutty, is it?” Erika has walked over from the kitchen dressed up like a schoolgirl, posing in between me and my TV with her ass out and flexing up tight, her shoulders twisted and head turned so she can almost see down her backside. And her outfit -- the pumps pushing her … Continue reading Costume Play
Christmas
I don’t understand what wakes me at first. I’m grumpy, short on sleep, still jetlagged from the time zone shift and crappy red-eye flight we took to get to Ian’s childhood home on the East Coast. I was stealing the lull between lunch and dinner to rest up and not be such a bitch this … Continue reading Christmas
The High School Reunion
It’s immaterial that I used to have a crush on this nerdy girl and that she’s looking hotter than I remember and positively sexy in a tight red dress that’s wrapped snug around her petite torso and comes down only mid-thigh. I’m just blithely blabbering and she’s nodding along to what I’m saying same as everyone else has been, asking little questions, keeping me talking.
Tara’s Favor
“I think I’m about all studied out for the day,” I say, then swallow and steel myself. The others have taken off already, it’s just me and Tara, this is my chance. “So, uh, I dunno if you’re hungry but you wanna go get something to eat? There’s this vegetarian place downtown that’s open real … Continue reading Tara’s Favor
Jolene
“I mean, I have an idea, but... you don’t have a girlfriend or anything, do you?” Confusion brings my eyebrows together. “No.” “Because I think what I really need,” she says with such earnestness that it sounds almost normal, “Is an orgasm. I sleep so much better after cumming, don’t you?”
Trish, the entourage
“Put some pants on, hey, babe?” Colin says, “We’ve got company.” She doesn’t seem to hear him, sauntering through the open-concept space bottomless but for black panties riding high on her hips. Her chest, large as it is, is at least covered with a black zipped up sweater. She comes up behind Colin, behind the couch he’s sitting on, and leans over it’s back to wrap her arms around him.
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?”
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.
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.