I remember making a toast to The Firetop Community and I remember sitting back rather suddenly then hearing voices in the distance. The next thing I knew, I was in my bed and the sun was coming in through the windows. My arms and legs felt very heavy so I was flexing my hands and feet to get the circulation back into them.
"I think he is waking up."
I was still in a delighted daze after my first experience with Julie. I looked forward eagerly to our next meeting, specially when she responded favorably to my request that she wear stockings and garters for me in the future..
Before I could call her, Julie called me. She said that her mother Mrs. Smith, who was my patient was feeling unwell and so could not keep her office appointment. Would it be possible for me to stop by the house.
I am the world’s greatest gigolo. Well, at least I was the world’s greatest gigolo. My clientele were usually wealthy women with husbands who rarely spent two seconds at home, much less tended to the raging sexual desires of their wives.
I have been the principal coach/Trainer of a local ladies hockey team from a small town in Ireland. We were preparing for the start of the new league season and had planned a training and fitness camp in a well known resort in the south of Spain as a way of getting the season off to a good start.
"Could you hand me that blanket?" she says as she takes off Nick's shoes.
"Yeah, sure," he answers getting the blanket from the cedar chest.
"Thanks," she says taking it from him and spreading it over her boyfriend, pulling it up to his chest.
She gets up to leave and he catches her hand, mumbling, "Where'r ya goin?"
Alexis Haley had blonde hair, penetrating blue eyes and fascinating lips that always seemed to be frowning. She was a graduate student at Priapis State University where I was finishing my bachelor's in psychology. I had met her two years ago when I first switched my major from English to Psych. She had ignored me, which wasn't surprising. I'd had a tendency to blend in and she was a hot, snooty senior who was about to graduate with honors.
It appeared that the last brutal beating of her ass, when Professor Daren had broken the yardstick as he spanked her mercilessly with it, had cured Karla of her desire for him. For a little bit at least, he figured he probably had about as long as it took her ass cheeks to return to their normal creamy color before she'd come looking for him again.
Note: Both characters in this story are eighteen or older.
My sister, Jess, is so hot. Blonde and tan with large, perfect breasts, and the most beautiful ass. I've peeped at her so many times, I practically know every inch of her body. And I do mean EVERY inch. I still remember the first time I saw her pussy; I wanted a taste so badly. I remember the first time I thought about her while jerking off; it felt weird at first, but that just excited me even more.
While washing dishes in the sink, I didn't hear him come in over the rush of water. Suddenly there was a press of a warm body against my back with strong hands encircling my waist, reaching up to catch my breasts.
"Miss me?" He breathed into my ear, tickling.
I groaned as he began to unbutton my shirt. Once unbuttoned, he pushed up my bra and began to tug and twist on my nipples.
"Hey red, got four quarters for a dollar?"
Melodie Taylor looked up quickly from her book of poetry at the sound of the loud contralto voice. Startled, she thought she would be alone here in the Westside Laundromat. It was after eleven PM and she didn't like being off campus this late, but it was necessary. Studying for her finals had put her way behind in her washing and her sorority sisters in Gamma House were using all the machines in their basement.