I call you and tell you to be ready to go out in minutes, no bra or panties - you understand you wont be needing them tonight. I pull-up and honk as you rush out to the car knowing that making me wait is never good. You are excited, wearing the micro mini and halter and nothing else. I see your aroused nipples and can smell your pussy leaking. The only thing I told you about tonight was that at least one of your fantasies would be fulfilled.

Youre wearing a nice light breezy dress and sitting at your desk. I have arranged for people to have reasons to be in your office constantly all morning. As you come back from getting your coffee, I slip quietly under your desk and wait for you. A co-worker named Mark enters with you and as you slide your chair under your desk, your knee brushes against my head. You are startled but try not to act that way.

It had been the week from hell. Running from one crisis to another with barely enough time to grab something to eat and a few hours of sleep here and there. Not even enough time to make a short phone call to tell her he missed her. Here itwas Friday again and he was stuck sitting in traffic, just creeping along, easing up and then stopping again.

He dragged his cold steel claws across her hard taut nipples and kissed her roughly. She was naked and her ankles and wrists were bound to the bedposts by rope. She moaned loudly and pleaded with him. He only threw his head back and chucked. "Logan, please.... ohhhhh logaaaan." he smiled at her seductively and bent down his head to kiss and lick his way down her neck to her breasts, giving her a few bites here and there. "Ahhh!" she screamed.

My name is Derek and Im a year old student working on my degree, my girlfriend Traci is a year younger than me, but has already graduated and has a good job at a respectable company, she is a very attractive young woman, with straight blonde hair past her shoulders, smoking thin body and nice size C breasts. We live in the midwest in seperate cities but only about minutes apart. All of my journal entry stories are real with no fiction. My girlfriend is a sweetheart and very adventurous sexually, and Ive wanted to post stories that she

Mona sat quietly in the passenger seat of the sleek jet black Mercedes SL . She loved the feel of the appointed leather upholstery against her naked flesh. She was lost in the music on the radio and the four kit leather gloved hands that were continuously caressing her hot flesh. Mona loved the sensation that she felt as the juices trickled down between her legs and slowly crept between the crease in her ass.

Before I get started, let me outline a few important parts so that you can understand things better. Sherri was a petite twenty-eight years old, , pounds, with brown hair, green eyes, and b breasts. All the stories in this series, Sherris Secret, are true. Sherri and I had been married for about years. Our sex life had spiraled down into non-existence. Just as we were about to get a divorce we decided to give things one more try. During a conversation one evening, Sherri revealed to me that when she was in college

The cabin was exquisitely warm. The fire cracked and burned, the soft glow filling the room and the warmth permeating Lisas soft skin. Her soft dirty blonde locks were drawn together in a towel to dry from the soothing bath she had taken a few minutes earlier. she felt refreshed and rejuvenated by the soak in the warm water and now dried herself by the fire. Her eyes darted to the door for every creek of the whispering wind that passed the door. Every time, she thought It was him.

As he wove through the early lunch traffic he began to think about her. How soon he would feel her in his arms. Feeling her breasts crushed against him, the feel of soft silk coating her body, slinky and seductive. His cock began to thicken as he fell deeper into his daydream. It had been what seemed like months since he seen her, although it was only a couple of weeks. He could imagine her hands sliding up the front of his slacks to cup his hardening cock and balls.

Ever since discovering a part of my wifes past that, up until now, I had been oblivious to, the time that we spent together seemed to center around one thing. My big discovery was the fact that, while in college, Sherri had had sex with seven different black men over a period of two years, or at least that is how many she told me about. I have often wondered if there were more and she just chose not to tell me about the rest for fear that I would think she was a whore.