The living room windows in my house are best described as odd. In the first place, they are huge, there are four of them, each one is four feet by four feet.
Nothing so unique about that except each one angles outward at the top at 45 degrees.
When I leave the doors and windows open in the warm Summer months, that makes a perfect fly trap, they move up to the top and can't figure out how to get out.
I am waiting for you to arrive and I'm so horny, knowing your coming today I have shaved my legs and pussy this morning and have been imagining you running your tongue over my smooth folds, I'm wearing tights with no knickers and I'm already dripping even though you haven't even arrived yet.
Aaron was late.
The guys at the office had decided to go to a club to unwind but no one had bothered to give him the name of the place. It was all that asshole's fault.
What was his name? Michael?
He'd been getting lavished with all of the attention the past couple of months rising through the ranks with godlike precision.
I had no idea how long had passed when I heard the door open again.
I twisted and squirmed a bit, trying to get Caroline's attention. I heard her giggle as she approached.
"Mmmmmm," she said, her hand running the length of my cock, "You kept it nice and hard for me, that was sweet." I tried to peek under my blindfold.
"You are behaving like a spoilt brat, Gareth."
"Am I really? Perhaps I have good grounds," Gareth retaliated as he continued to pace.
"Getting a new Anaesthetist is hardly the end of the world. You managed before Ed and you manage when on shift with the others."
"Managing and working well are two different things entirely, Shirley."
Though he was twenty six years old Charlie still lived with his divorced mother; in her basement in fact, because he couldn't afford a place of his own. Charlie wanted to move out and get an apartment or perhaps rent a townhouse, but with his meager salary his prospects were not good.
I felt like I had to get out of there. It was the worst experience of my life.
The problem was, my boyfriend was making love to me at the time. I was spread-eagled in his bed, with him pumping away for what seemed like hours, his dick humping my pussy, and it was just not doing it for me. He'd gotten it into his head that the girl has to cum, or the boy is a bad lover.
We moved, my daughter and I. We loaded up the a U-Haul ourselves. Everything was going great. We unloaded everything at the new house and returned the truck to the dealership in our newly adopted hometown.
But then my daughter fell face-first from a few feet up from the back of the truck with an arm full of moving blankets. You know, the kind that are used to protect furniture. She was carrying the blankets to their U-Haul office so that the dealer could count them.
‘Bad day’ didn’t even begin to encompass the events of Jim’s Friday afternoon. As well-paid upper-level manager of a huge accounting firm, he had to depend on a lot of different people to get a job done; the office was a finely-tuned machine. But when someone didn’t do their job, everything broke down. Luckily, Jim’s managerial style kept this from happening very often.
Kevin & Lisa had met in college and fallen madly in love with each other when they were just 18. They had married on Lisa's 20th birthday, only 6 months after Kevin's 20th and now it was only a matter of days before Kevin's 40th. Both were successful professionals, Kevin was a photographer and Lisa a writer and they had decided very early on in their relationship that children would not be in their plan -- just a desire to experience as much as life could offer and they had managed just that.