I could smell a floral scent as I walked down the hall to our bedroom door. I loosened my tie and called out, "Lynn, I'm home."
"In here, honey."
I felt a brief flicker of excitement that she might be waiting for me naked on the bed.
Well, she was lying on the bed all right, but she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants and was flipping through a magazine. In other words, her usual evening garb.
Samira came up out of the underground in a cloud of steam and people. She paused out of the flow of people traffic and placed her briefcase between her feet. Her gloved fingers were clumsy as she pulled out her guidebook and directions and consulted them. They appeared to have been translated from an obscure dialect of French Medieval Mongolian.
"Pamela, do you know what an Au Pair is?" asked her mother.
"An unpaid slave who gets to work twenty four hours a day for the privilege of living as a family member in a strange household while at the same time trying to study for her university degree?" hazarded Pamela.
A single lock of hair half-clings to your sweat-soaked forehead. I've fucked you with an untapped rage for the past hour, simply daring you to cum before I'm satisfied. Your lips, swollen from my savage kisses and the bottom split from a passionate bite, beg me to let you cum.
Plot teaser: Jake shot Steven a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. "Serious, man... without knowing it was her, he'd so tap that," he speculated, cockily.
*The following is a description of characters. I tried to edit in the descriptions to the story, but if you'd like to read them anyway, here they are. Otherwise, feel free to skip the note and continue to the story.
Aidan studied himself critically in the full-length mirror. He had inherited from his much-missed mother high cheek-bones, fine bone structure full, pouting lips and a slender physique. Raising his arms he performed a slow pirouette. There was only the lightest of dusting of hair under his arms. His body was smooth, his chest adorned with two large chocolate discs which haloed caramel nipples. A few dark wisps led from his navel to a modest nest that framed his sex.
Just seeing her name online is enough to get my heart racing. She is my little devil. Can you believe it took us meeting online to meet when she only lived a few houses down from me???
Cruising the role-play rooms is where I met her. Her character has unique powers and loved manipulating Beings sexually.
Every one knows that high students often have crushes on their teachers, especially if the teacher is not bad looking and is sympathetic to their adolescent problems. And the crushes can go both ways, even all three ways. Female students may have a crush on their male teachers. Male students may have a crush on their female teachers. Or even a student of one sex may have a crush on a teacher of the same sex.
Coming home from a busy day, all Kathy wanted was to sink into a hot bath and then into bed. Tomorrow couldn’t be as bad as today had been. Soon the bath had the stress of the day melting away. Steam on the mirrors and mountains of bubbles floating on the surface of the water began to take over, and she started to sink into little subconscious thoughts. She started to daydream.
With a sharp intake of breath, I looked down at Steph's head in my lap. Yep, her index finger just stroked the tip of my cock through my trousers. Oh shit, what do I do? I looked up in the rear view mirror and saw the sweet, sleeping faces of my daughter Amanda, and her sorority sister, Jess.