Clunky Boobs

July in the sun drenched Mediterranean party island of Ibiza was, as you would expect, hot as hell and bursting with energy. I had been soaking up the sun, with my best mate Colleen, for just 48 hours and we had just left our apartment for our second night of drinking, dancing and depravity. It was my first time in Ibiza and we were only just beginning to find our feet and know where the crowds and decent bars were, and after a short queue, we had muscled our way into one of the larger ones.

I was dressed deliberately to attract the kind of attention that would get me into trouble. My blond bob hugged my cheeks and flicked under my chin. 36C breasts strained against the fabric of my cropped white T-shirt, and my fake diamond navel stud caught every passing flicker of light drawing attention to my flat stomach. My long legs looked longer than ever beneath a very short, blue skirt, whilst three inch heels added just enough to my 5″9 frame to make men look up into my pale green eyes if they wanted my attention. Beneath this outer layer, a tiny, white g-string was all that covered my modesty and my matching bra had not yet made it out of my suitcase. I knew I was drawing admiring glances, not to mention the occasional squeeze or pinch, from the boys around us and all the attention, however hands-on, was making me feel very sexy indeed. (more…)

I sit in the chair waiting for you to come home from work. The room is warm, lit by the glow from the log fire, I sit half asleep, wearing the white lace undies you like so much, under a red silk gown.

I am eager for you to return… then I hear your key in the door. I stir, smiling to myself. You enter the room looking tired after a hard day at work. You smile at me as I hold my arms out to you. You walk over and kneel between my open legs, I wrap my arms around your neck, and kiss you tenderly and deeply. (more…)

I was born and raised in a whore house. If I’d been a girl I don’t know what might have happened. End up a whore, most likely. What the heck, that’s about what I have ended up.

As a little kid it probably wasn’t a whole lot different than most kids’ life. Several of the girls working there were very nice and spoiled me, played with me. It got a little different once I started school. Turns out I wasn’t all that welcome by some people. Sort of from the wrong side of the tracks. The wrong side of the wrong side of the tracks. That’s even though there were no railroads. It was a fairly small town and we were actually a little outside of it. I was bussed in to school. But still, there were always a few kids willing to be friends so I got along fine. (more…)

“Hold the edge of the sink and lower your ass down here to me, Tamara. Yes. Slow and easy so I can see your pussy opening up for my tongue to enter.” I was holding her ass cheeks and sort of guiding her but her cunt found my mouth pretty much on it’s own. As soon as my lips reached in for her clit she started to come. With my elbows on the floor and my hands under her ass I supported most of her weight as she spasmed in orgasm. Her moans and “Oh, God’s” were almost endless. My tender licking surely helped her down to earth again. Finally she collapsed on her back, which was on my front, and discovered a very hard cock waiting there. She turned her head and kissed the head of my dick. Then, while holding its length up against her cheek, she asked if I was comfortable. (more…)

Meredith sat in the empty lab, studying, until Matthew finished his last class. He stopped by, promising to pick her up at the front door in five minutes, then left to get his car. She walked slowly to the entrance, favoring her left foot, and emerged just as he drove up. She slid into the front seat, feeling quite comfortable and at home here.

They talked as he drove, discussing classes and the other students. He felt a special bond with her, one he hadn’t shared in a long time. It felt right to be talking about his day with her. He pulled into a favorite restaurant, glad to see the lot wasn’t full of cars yet. He walked around to help her out of the car, lending support as she hobbled inside. (more…)

“This is the last part of the Sweet Demands Series. ”

Chapter One

Becky was at Bob’s house pacing back and forth. It had been about three months since Bill lied about Becky sleeping with him to her boyfriend. She still remembers what happened to her that day. She thought about it sometimes when she was fucking Bob.

After that Bill called her constantly for about two months after that. She would go to his house and have hot and heavy sex. She might have hated his guts, but he knew what buttons on her body to push. He also had the dick to meet her needs. For the longest time she didn’t like big dick, but noticed that she needed it regularly now. She needed Bill much as he wanted her. (more…)

Lying naked on the bed, she waited for him. He wasn’t home from work yet, and she had a surprise for him. She ran her hands up and down her freshly shaven legs, marveling at the feel. She shaved her pussy as well, but she didn’t want to touch herself there, for fear of becoming too aroused before he was able to join. She looked over at the alarm clock, noting that he would be home in 15 minutes. She had just enough time to get dressed before he came home.

She put on the outfit, fluffed her hair, and went into the living room. The couch faced the front door, so she decided to start her seduction there. She sat on the couch, and draped one leg over the arm of the couch. Not a moment too soon, for she heard a key in the lock. He walked in, and stared in surprise. Quickly, he shut and locked the door behind him, and moved over to the couch. (more…)

His eyes adjusted to the gloom as he entered from the bright heat of the summer sun.

At the far end of the room, the crowd turned on his arrival and then returned to their drinks. Over by the window stood a woman. She met his gaze and returned it. He nodded and pursed his lips slightly. The corner of her lip lifted into a thin smile and, holding his gaze, she turned to her left and stepped into the short hall that led to the next room. He followed a dozen steps behind.

When he entered the room, she was facing the mirror above the mantle with her back to him, but her eyes followed his reflection as he crossed the room. She turned her head and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a sound, he touched his finger to her lips. She paused for a second, then slowly extended her tongue and lightly licked his fingertip. (more…)

Ring! Ring! Ring!

He rolled over and looked at the clock before answering the phone. It said 2:00 a.m. He reached for the phone.

“This had better be good.” He grumbled into the phone.

“Oh Baby, did I wake you?” his wife asked.

“Yeah you did, but it’s alright. It’s nice to hear your voice. Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, I just wanted to talk. I’ve been so busy for the last few days with this damn photo shoot that I haven’t had the chance to call. I wanted to apologize, maybe even sort of make it up to you.” she said seductively. (more…)

Traci looked out over the masts of the fishing boats moored alongside Pier 39 at San Francisco”s Fisherman”s Wharf. Darkness was falling quickly and the Transamerica Building glowed inside and out. To her right, she could barely make out one end of the Golden Gate Bridge.

She pushed a crab leg around her plate with a fork, not sure whether to put forth the effort it would take to get a mouthful of meat out of it. Her mind wasn”t on food. When she looked out the restaurant”s window once more, she didn”t see the tourists walking past or the ferry arriving from Alcatraz. (more…)