The sanctuary was quiet and still as my husband and I entered the church, tensely gripping each others' hands.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, squeezing my fingers and tossing a quick grin my way.
My clit was already tingling in anticipation and my panties were damp. This had been a fantasy of mine for a long time and finally it would be fulfilled.
Okay, where the hell am I? I must have made a wrong turn somewhere... how do I get out of here? This must be an abandoned part of the hospital... nothing but empty exam rooms around here.
I turn around and see you standing there.
"Oh, hi... I think I'm lost, " I say.
"I think you are too... this area is off limits, " you say, but you are smiling. You are really cute and I find myself appreciating the way your curves fill out your little nurse's uniform.
In those days, I didn't wear underwear. I had long hair down to the small of my back. I was in good shape, lean and muscular, a bike rider with thick legs and a laid-back demeanor. You probably know the type.
So a certain kind of woman often responded to me. A certain kind of man, too, although I'd never given that a thought.
For my part, here's what I liked in a woman: Natural, sensual. smart. Sexual intellectuals. Open and daring, although even if they weren't, I usually got them there pretty quick.
It was around 7pm on December 22, when my cab from the airport pulled up to the curb. An awkward nervousness rumbled in my stomach as I paid the driver then removed my suitcases and gift bags from the trunk. I paused for a moment and stood at the gate to the yard of the house were I grew up. I took a deep breath before heading up the walkway to the front door.
There must be something inherently lucky about February 29--leap day.
That's the day I went to get my hair cut by the gal Carla who's been cutting my hair for over a year. She does an excellent job and has an interesting personality, so I always wait for her. To tell you the truth, I originally selected her because she's good looking.
This is the final episode of Hannah and her kinky relatives. The reader is encouraged to read the first two parts to fully understand the dynamic between Hannah, June and the rest of the interesting characters, some of which are based in true life! Have fun! Janey
The reader is encouraged to read parts 1 and 2 to fully understand the depravity of young Hannah, her new friends, and her budding relationship with her relatives! Now to part 3.
As Linda there on her bed, her mind began to wander. She had just gotten home from work, and had decided to lie down for a few minutes before starting dinner. And as she laid there, she started thinking about an amazing massage that she had gotten a few days ago, and the incredibly beautiful woman who had given it to her. This Lady Masseuse was new at the gym, and her name was Tina (or at least that was what it said on her name tag).
Everything was arranged the way I wanted it. We'd been building up to this point slowly. The entire anal experience was new to us, but we'd heard it was wonderful for some, unpleasant for others. It was time to find out for ourselves.
I remember how I approached the subject with him. For years he'd been against the idea, but in all honesty so had I.
About me (for those who don't know me)
My name is Catriona. You may have read about me on this site before. I'm a successful businesswoman, in my thirties, and my professional career could keep me fully occupied, if I allowed it to. Because of my inordinately high sex drive, however, I choose to place strict limits on the amount of time that I spend on work and related matters.
It was a fantasy that we had both wanted for a long time, this whole threesome thing. But as it turns out, finding a man-a decent, respectful, sane man for a one time threesome with two women isn't the easiest thing in the world. Pete was our 15th attempt at this. The other 14 included underage kids, a few frat boys, and one very married man with a very crazy wife who followed him and harassed us for weeks after.