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The heat had been intolerable for the past week and most people opted to wear either as little clothing as possible or loose clothing that wouldn’t stick to their bodies. Summer classes were no joy in the middle of summer but my two new friends made it easier to deal with. Shauna had a fabulous sense of humor and a mouth that could make a sailor homesick for his ship. Liam was a preppy, typical-looking young man whose talents lay in his appreciation of two things: satire and women. I had never met a man who loved women so much; small-breasted women and big-breasted ones, skinny bottoms and full, fleshy bodies – he loved them all.

Liam had been flirting mercilessly with Shauna and I all summer. So far, I had been warding off his advances with the excuse that he was just too young. At twenty-nine, his twenty-one seemed like robbing the cradle. Shauna on the other hand had no problems with the few years that separated them. She flirted back and hinted at what she would do with him if she ever got him alone.

It was a Friday afternoon and the three of us were headed to class when the first drops of rain began to fall. Just before we reached the building, the rain turned into a downpour that drenched us through within seconds.

I paused at the entrance to the building and said, “Screw this. I’ve been waiting for rain for weeks and I’m not going to waste it now.”

“What do you mean?” asked Liam.

“I can’t resist rain. I love it. I guess you could say it turns me on.”

Denise was working on some files that needed to be cleared away when Frank stopped by her desk.

“How are you doing Denise? Boss lady’s not working you too hard is she?”

“Oh of course not Frank. How are you?”

“Oh you know. Same old, same old. Work the 9-5 so I can go play golf with the boy on the weekend. You know the little bugger is actually getting better than me!”

Denise got kind of tongue tied about that point.

“Well, uh, back to work. Take care Denise.”

Denise couldn’t figure out what they hell it was about Frank but talking to him just made her wet. The man was old enough to be her father and he looked like he could have been her father. He had the grey hair and sometimes he even wore cardigans on casual Fridays. But maybe that’s what it was.

Denise had always known that submission was her thing but she’d never had this craving to be Daddy’s little girl. She wanted him to bend her over his knee and confess all her sins. She wanted him to tuck her in at night and treated her like his little angel. She wanted him to be her sugar daddy.

Amanda breathed a sigh of relief as Zach walked away. She was actually making progress with Denise today until Zach had turned up with his cheesy pick up lines and his wanna-be player stories. But Zach kind of ruined that.

She knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Denise today so she spent a few minutes soothing her nerves by assuring her that Zach was not worth their time. She made a joke about the bulge in his pants likely being made of cotton and Denise laughed and blushed. She was so cute - she was borderline innocent.

“Now get back to work,” Amanda told Denise. “I’ll come and get you for coffee later this afternoon ok?”

But before that, Amanda needed to find a way to get rid of her sexual tension before she could meet Denise for coffee otherwise she might end up seducing her right there in the cafeteria. Amanda knew the day that Denise walked into the office that she wanted her. It had been years since she’d been this attracted to another woman but Denise was just her type.

had one sole purpose for being at the bar that night - I was there to get fucked. Yesterday, I had discovered that my boyfriend of three years was fucking the new waitress at the bar where he was a bartender. I had decided to surprise him at closing time and had snuck in the back door. His friend, Giles, told me he was in the beer cooler. What a great place to catch him unawares, I thought - but I was the one that was caught off guard when I found him with his cock buried in the ass of the cocktail waitress, who was bent over a pile of empty beer cases begging for more.


I had entered the bar tonight wearing the tiniest leather dress I owned. The top was cinched and laced up the front corset style so that my already ample breasts spilled from the top, barely covering my nipples. The bottom of the dress barely covered my stockings, but the slightest bend would show off the black lace garters beneath my skirt. I’d skipped the panties figuring they’d just slow me down. As I cruised through the bar I could almost taste the sexual arousal in the air.

I had something specific in mind tonight, which was why I had picked this bar. It was fairly upper scale. Rich frat boys were known to hang out here and I wanted young and hot.

Whenever we worked together, Rob flirted with me. Actually, to be more precise, he teased me. I’d had flirtatious, teasing friendships with men I worked with before of course, but there was something different about Rob. His steely blue eyes radiated a feeling of power, a power he held over me that I’d never experienced before. The man could make me blush with the simplest of innuendo, the raise of an eyebrow, or a playful smirk. Normally, the dirtiest phrase from anyone else would only elicit a quick comeback from me. But his attention would cause me to shift my eyes from his intense gaze only to be magnetically pulled back to find him full of pleasure at my discomfort. It drove me crazy that he could turn me into this stereotypically blushing heroine, complete with the heaving bosom – yet every chance I had I was back for more.

For months now, I’d go home from work with him on my mind. At night, I’d pull out my current lover, a purple vibrator with a purple sheath that, combined with the image of him taking control, could send me over the edge in a minute or less. I wanted him and I’d take it anyway he’d give it to me.

One night we were closing together and, as usual, he was distracting me from getting my work done. The numbers became jumbled in my brain and I hit the wrong key and had to start all over again. This had happened on every Thursday night for the past two months and I just couldn’t take it any more.

We’d been dating for about a month now and he was driving me crazy. Our dates mostly consisted of some hot and heavy make out sessions. We’d spend hours on my couch, just kissing. He’d fondle my breasts and once, he’d slid one finger between my wet lips. But then he’d stopped himself. I didn’t know how he could get up and leave after that and I was beginning to wonder if it was me. Did he think I wanted to go slow? Was he worried about showing respect? I wasn’t sure what the deal was. All I knew was that tonight I was going to convince him that I wanted to be fucked.

We started out, as usual, on the couch, watching a movie. I’d rented “Bound” starring Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon. I’d partially picked this movie because I’d seen it before and I knew I was turned on by it. But he’d mentioned before that he’d never seen it and was curious. Two hot lesbians – was there any man that didn’t get turned on by that?

Soon we were kissing. He started slow, but when I climbed into his lap, pressing my body against his, his kisses grew stronger. Our tongues danced together as he pulled me closer into his lap. I’d purposefully worn a dress that buttoned all the way down the front and wore absolutely nothing underneath. As I kissed him I undid the top three buttons of the dress and his hand slid inside to cover my breast fully. His palm rubbed against my already hard nipple causing me to catch my breath. But I wanted more.

It was late on a Saturday night when I came home from the bar. You’d stayed home because you were feeling unwell. I’d had more than a few drinks and was wishing you were waiting in my bed instead of in your own bed, sleeping. I decided that since I couldn’t be with you, I’d send you a dirty voice mail instead.

Your phone rang twice before the answering machine picked up.

“Hey. Can’t come to the phone. Leave me a message.”

After the beep, I put on my best sultry voice and said, “Hey baby, I know you’re sleeping, but I wanted you to know I’ve been thinking about you all night . In fact, my pussy is so wet I had to remove my panties as soon as I walked in the door. If you were here I’d …”

Then the answering machine clicked off. I was just about to hang up when I heard your voice. “You’d what? Don’t stop there.” “Baby, what are you doing awake?” I asked. “I was in the middle of a dream when I heard your voice on the machine. Then I heard what you were saying and I had to pick up,” you said.

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Posted by Me on 13-08-2008 02:00:00 | Permalink | Comments

We’d barely started seeing each other but I already knew I was ready. I’d never been one for waiting when I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t about to start. I’d already been fucking him in my mind and I decided that now I wanted the real thing.

At work I slipped him a note that said, “I was a bad hostess the other night – I fed you dinner but I sent you home without dessert. Come over for dessert tomorrow night?”

After he read the note, he smiled and nodded.

Wednesday night, he came over. I was wearing a black wrap around dress with a black bra that accentuated my cleavage and black stretch lace panties. His eyes lingered over my body and his hand slid over the curve of my hip to caress my bottom. Then he saw the table, which was laid out with strawberries, whip crème, and chocolate sauce. “Looks good,” he said.

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Posted by Me on 08-08-2008 10:00:00 | Permalink | Comments

My husband and I had planned a getaway weekend at a friend’s cabin and I’d been thinking about it all week. While we did enjoy a very active sex life, we had to keep noise to a minimum and more often than not it had to be kept to the bedroom because of the kids. This weekend would be all about us wherever, whenever, however.

The kids were sleeping over at friends’ houses and my husband, Jeremy, was picking me up right after work. The cabin was a five hour drive away and it would be dark by the time we got there, but we couldn’t wait to start our weekend. In fact, I was so excited to get started I made a quick trip to the bathroom just before Jeremy was due to arrive.

I removed my panties and put on the matching demi-bra he’d bought for me earlier in the week. He was in for a surprise. When I looked in the mirror I saw that my nipples were obviously erect through the thin silk of my white blouse. I put on my dress jacket to hide my excitement from my co-workers. I wished everyone a good weekend as I got into the elevator.

The cool air teased my naked labia under my skirt. I hoped that I could contain myself all the way to the cabin. We’d been pretty relaxed and casual in the mini-van for most of the ride there. I’d taken off my jacket and caught Jeremy glancing at the outline of my breasts that were lifted by the half-cups of my bra, but left naked beneath the silk. It was just hitting dusk. I caught him sneak another peek.

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Posted by Me on 03-08-2008 02:00:00 | Permalink | Comments

The winter had been long, cold, and harsh so when spring finally came I was stirred up with a passion to be outside. So, when my husband came home from work on Friday evening, I suggested a trip into the mountains where we could enjoy the night air. My husband wasn’t much of a camper, but he agreed when I made promises that I would make it worth his while.

With a smirk he said, “You bet you will.”

He packed the truck with camping gear while I got some food ready for breakfast the next day. As we drove up the mountain, he was very quiet. I asked him what was on his mind.

“Oh, just thinking about what it will take to make this worth my while,” he said, the same smirk as earlier making a reappearance on his lips.

“Do you have something in mind.”

“Yes.”

“So what is it?”

“You’ll see. It’ll be a surprise.”

I wondered what idea was churning through his mind. He always had new and interesting ways of turning me on and just thinking about it was making me wet. He knew how easy it was to excite me and knowing that, he always made allusions to his plans that would have me begging before I knew it.

Posted by Me on 29-07-2008 00:00:00 | Permalink | Comments

He found it especially easy to move up in the company by flirting with the older women in charge and Dolores was no different. The crazy woman actually believed that when he was flirting with her he actually wanted her. He was sure he could get her to promote him if it meant staying on the same floor. While he was sure she was someone’s taste, she wasn’t his. His taste? It ran more along the lines of Amanda.

Amanda was in advertising and she was blonde and just as picture perfect as anyone could possibly imagine. And damned if his charms did not work on this girl. He smiled, he wore nice snug pants for her, he used his best lines that had a no-fail success rate on any other woman. But not her. And that just made him hotter.

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Posted by Me on 02-07-2008 06:24:46 | Permalink | Comments

Sitting in an office all day was driving her crazy. But getting to see Zach walk around in those snug fitting sweaters he always wore with the pants that hugged his ass just right made the day pass a little bit faster. Pretty soon, watching turned into flirting. Flirting turned into some serious innuendo that would likely have gotten her fired if the higher ups knew how close she was to taking advantage of one of her staff.

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Posted by Me on 02-07-2008 06:22:00 | Permalink | Comments

Nata and Alisa had been friends for a long time.  But they were just good friends.  Or so they thought!  One night, when Nata had broken up with a boyfriend, they decided they needed to have a girls night in.  Alisa came over to sleep over night and brought all the goodies - chips and ice cream, lots of chick movies, and tissues of course!  Can’t have a good chick night without lots of tears and tissues!  And that night was to be no different.

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Posted by Me on 02-07-2008 06:19:00 | Permalink | Comments