Lucy’s live-in lover has left the house. He will not be back for hours. How do I know? I’ve been watching their apartment for days. I know their routines as well as if they were my own. How do I know her name? I’ve been through her garbage. What am I? I’m a peeping Tom. Well, actually, that’s not true. A peeping Tom doesn’t do anything other than watch - I do. ...
Author's Note: Hey this is the updated version of Lyla’s Chastity in the Office…. I reviewed it again and wow, lots of errors! sorry!! My other stories about Sally, as well as the second part of this story is currently undergoing renovations too… Please tell me if there are any more major mistakes…. Thanks. Sorry again!! Part 1 Lyla “Good morning, Lyla” said Jenny, “You are very early! Mr. Vasilevsky will not be in today, so you will be conducting the meeting this morning. May I get you anything else?” ...
Carla had been building towards this moment for weeks. Everything was ready, but after so much worry and soul-searching did she dare take the last irrevocable step? Her stomach churned and she felt physically sick. Dare she. Would it ruin everything? Carla’s marriage had ended for many reasons but one, undoubtedly, had been the lack of the serious, wild sex she so loved Reading sex novels had opened up to her imagination a fantasy world of S/M and bondage which held a deep unfathomed interest for Carla. She had bought some handcuffs and dropped a thousand hints to her ex, but while he obliged to some extent, he was not particularly enthused. ...
I am a man. My erect penis pushes against the front of my pants, tenting it out. I want to touch it, to fondle it, to stroke it, to feel the orgasmic rush of semen pulsing down the shaft and exploding in a forceful jet. But I cannot. About the only thing I can do is press myself against her. She is hard and smooth. At least I think it is her, for I cannot see. Yes, it must be her for I hear the rustle of paper. But my penis is numb; it has no feeling. All the feeling is inside me, the sensual tactile pleasures generated by my pushing, by the rocking of my pelvis, by the gentle gyrations of my penis. How should it feel, my penis? Should I feel pleasure in the tip? In the shaft? I do not know. ...
Author's Note: Marisa’s adventure in self-bondage goes terribly wrong. “AARRRGGGGH.” “OOOOMMMPPPHH” “WHEW.” “OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF?” The groans and exclamations and questions all went unheard, even by the beautiful woman bound to the bench inside the underground bunker. The sounds were her first in more than 5 hours, except for the ragged breathing and steady slurping sounds brought on by the huge artificial cock that had been thrusting deep in and out of throat. Her pussy and ass felt strangely empty as equally large mechanical cocks withdrew for her rest period, however long or short that might be. ...
Author's Note: A girl at home alone, gets to indulge in her new hobby She had found the ropes and the magazines by accident. They were hidden under Art’s bed, along with magazines of naked girls The girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did. Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden. As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on. She had no idea why, but it was a fact. ...
Temptation Smooth hands slid gently over my quivering body as I was lowered slowly into the soft embrace of silken sheets. They came to rest upon my slender wrists as a set of warm lips travelled unhurriedly from the creamy mounds of my breasts down to the moist warmth of my sex. The mouth paused teasingly and my body shuddered with longing, bending and twisting, trying desperately to re-establish contact with that unknown other… ...
I was reading on my front porch when I heard the letter carrier’s old car stop at my mailbox. I looked up from my book and felt a surge of hope. Maybe a letter from Bob had arrived at last! I hadn’t heard from him for so long! The only things about the city I really miss out here on the farm are the Internet and e-mail. I ran down the long gravel driveway to the mailbox and eagerly opened it. Yes! there was a letter, and it was from him! I tore open the envelope, extracted the single page of lined notebook paper, and read the hand-written words. ...
Contentedly soaring along looking at my world below me, I see the far flung horizons of a crisp clear day beautifully highlighting the woods and fields that frame and border my old city like a newly bought green welcome mat surrounding a banged up pair of worn out shoes. The staticky voice in the headphones meant that I had received permission to make my approach to the runway. Awesome… This was it… I nosed over the stick and the Piper Tomahawk gently banked left to set up nicely for my bumpy but essentially clean landing. ...
Chapter 1 The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing. It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested…or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised. ...