Ceaselessly, my heel taps frenetically- i'm all nerves. i can't tell if it's the coffee or the lack of release, but i can't sit still. my senses are heightened and everything is painted with a surrealistic tinge. Every part of me is hyper sensitive to the mystery waiting for me up on the twelfth floor- i have the room number, i have the instructions ingrained in my memory. i was nearly shaking with the need to come as he fed them to me last night over the phone.
Poor Theresa, just divorced, cute and sweet. I had to take pity on her, but not in a pitiful way. I suppose I guessed that her slightly meek nature was by choice rather than nature, as if she chose to be that way because she could make something of it. She was quite short, but she had this amazing smile that made her look ten feet tall – maybe other people didn't notice it, but I did.
You're having a long day at work and you text me, bored. "Hey, today sucks" you message me, but you feel lonely when you get no response. As you clean out an empty patient's room, you sense motion from the corner of your eye.
I looked down at a bespectacled Asian cutie as she undid another button in her blouse. I had my mind on her cleavage as I lifted my bag into the plane's overhead compartment. A half second later I realized my mistake. It didn't fit and I was trapped supporting the heavy weight. Smiling sweetly, she wasted no time taking advantage of my vulnerability. She gently undid my zipper, reached inside to fondle my balls and pulled out my semi-hard member.
Ray spent the day before his birthday doing all of the things that he wanted. He started his day with a hard workout at the gym and a long soak in the steam room, and then proceeded to have a hearty breakfast at his favorite restaurant. He spent the rest of his morning shopping around his favorite shops before relaxing at a local theater.
My buddy Jason and I decided to try out this new club. We both had heard that it was the hottest place around.
Jason has been my best friend since grade school and it was really great to see him again. We were always close and often I envied his luck with the ladies.
I had been in school, up north, for a while. I was trying to land a good job, but things just hadn't gone the way that I had planned.
I would like to tell you about how I recently celebrated my husband Alan's fiftieth birthday, as it was a life changing occasion for the both of us. My name is Brigitte and I am forty eight years old. I have been married to Alan for well over 20 years now. We get on well and as the time has passed I have got to know the deep secret places where he keeps his dreams and fantasies.
It had been a long week. Not a bad one, but just long. There had been so much going on for both of us, that at the end of the day we barely had the strength for a kiss and a hug goodnight, much less anything else.
The only thing that I really had going for me was our showers together in the mornings. I don't think she fully realizes that after all our years together, I find her even more beautiful each day than the day before.
It started out as a fantasy.
I'd stumbled across a website that provided an in-depth and intriguing view on the psychology of cuckolding. Originally a 'cuckold' was a man with an unfaithful wife. It was a scornful epithet back in the day. But more recently, it's evolved into a fetish - a fetish often practiced by intellectuals and those looking for more than just the physical parts of being in a relationship.
With kids driving her insane all the time, Melanie was looking forward to a long, relaxing vacation for a week by herself. She had scrimped & saved for it, putting away over $1000 a little at a time. She packed her car & kissed her family good bye, saying that she'd call them when she got to the mountains.