I wish I could count the number of times another woman has called me a slut…after last night, I’m not sure they were wrong.
I can honestly say that I don’t normally do this sort of thing. I mean, I can count the number of one-night stands I have had on one hand. I’m just not the kind of girl that jumps into bed with every good looking piece of meat that buys me a drink. But at Sarah’s reception last night…
Sarah and Brian planned the day’s festivities so the wedding was just after lunch, a small ceremony of Sarah’s close friends and relatives, and then the reception – a party to top all parties – would be held in the evening. Continue reading Sex Stories – Slut→
I like to try things, different things, things most people would never dream of trying. Why? Because that’s where the best sex stories come from – experience.
“Lori, number 3.” The voice comes over the little speaker and a grin traces its way across my lips. I am Lori and my owner is behind door number 3.
I am sitting at the little makeup desk in my office. I pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my neck. I love the way it feels, just snug enough that if my owner tugs, it bites a bit. I like that. Pain is a good reminder, a good teacher.
Are you going to watch me? Here, sit here in my dressing room and watch the television. See, you can see my master there. He can wait a few moments, it only makes it better. Continue reading Sex Stories – Pet→
I write a great deal of sex stories, stories about everything from futanari girls with massive cocks to the girl next door who can’t get enough of the neighbors cock. This one was inspired by the pic below and answers the question: what’s she waiting for?
I sent him the picture because I knew he would get angry.
He had already told me that we couldn’t talk on the phone, no more text messages, no more Facebook, nothing that left a trail. His wife had been too close, nosing around his email and phone. I still don’t know what set her off, the perfume he likes me to wear is light, like spring flowers, and I only spray it across my breasts.
But two nights ago, after she had gone to sleep, he had called upset and worried that he was going to lose everything. “We can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you. I can’t take a chance on losing everything just because I can’t keep my cock out of you.”