Leaving the Men's Chastity Support Group, Spalding Tyll started as he saw a familiar face exiting the Pain café's famous Tea Lounge.
Following Spal's cousin, the brilliant scholar, Siddons Tyll were two pretty twenty something girls, giggling and pointing at him.
And with them was an older woman in a somewhat unfashionable mink stole.
"You see, girls, I became concerned about Sid because he was neglecting his paleontology studies.
Yes, and wearing those concert tee shirts and the black jeans, and going to so many of your mixers.
Debbie never expected the suburban life to last. When she was 23 and knocked up by the bass player of her favourite indie metal band, the idea of giving up her hard partying life seemed so distant that she baulked at the idea. However when Isaac put down his bass, left "the Needlesnakes", and got a job at the nearby supermarket it all fell into focus for her. Since then Isaac had become a regional manager, Debbie worked as a primary school teacher and their daughter Megan, was well into being a teenager.
"Don't look, Taffy, but Mister Glodstone is right there."
"Yeah, he has been real weird today, he turns beet red whenever he passes our office."
"Yeah. He is the sweetest boss, and I think he always had a crush on me, but something happened last night and I think it's freaked us both out, Taffy."
"What happened, Addisyn? You can tell me."
"Like you won't spread it around."
"No, no, I've gotten better.
The buzzer went and Mr. Brownlow looked at his CT screen.
Harry, the young burley security guard was on the trail of a blonde girl.
He grabbed her arm securely and marched her like a convict through the precinct towards the store.
The automatic doors opened like the mouth of a predator as if to welcome its prey.
Harry took her to the back of the store and into the stock room to the staircase.
**contains some elements of humiliation**
I pause outside of your office. I can hear you typing away in there and I know you must be preoccupied with work. I don't hesitate when I walk in and cross the room to your desk. You don't look up and I can see by the crease in your forehead that this is not a good time.
Ignoring the signs I position myself to the right of you and push myself up onto the cool wood surface.
Professor Ballard woke up on her stomach on her bedroom floor. She was naked and collared. She ached all over. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. She lay still in the coolness of the morning. It had been a rough three days. She heard Kendra snoring lightly in the bed above her.
She craned her neck and looked up at the clock on the nightstand. It was time to wake up her mistress.
Thirty minutes and any number of bumps later, the car pulls into a driveway and you hear the engine turn off. Blindfolded, you're a mess. Bound behind you, your arms yearn to move and stretch. Your breasts ache from the clips on your nipples, your anus feels stretched from the buttplug you've been sitting on, and your pussy throbs without fulfillment from the vibrator that hums rhythmically between your legs. Your juices have flowed and soaked your skirt and the towel on the seat.
Dear Mom,
Thanks for the lemon bars. It'll help me stay awake during my property class. Tell Rylie that I'll bring back her mohair coat, don't have a cow.
So you were asking me about how things are going with Spalding. I was so glad you and Dad liked him when you came up to school.
I agree he's cute and has a good sense of humor, and Dad said Spal was obviously "
Tuesday nights for other attached couples meant dull chitchat after work, a thirty minute meal or takeout, tv and internet time, some more mundane talk, complaints about chores, and maybe sex. Our weekday nights had flare, adventure, and spontaneity. We always had small surprises for each other: a naughty piece of lingerie, a new toy, a new position, a new play scenario. My surprise for that Tuesday night was for sure going to turn him on.
This is a 100% true and factual story.
She was shaking, and looked like a nervous little peacock as she walked back to her car with her panties stuffed into her mouth. Her arms were folded under her breasts and she could see his car through the corner of her right eye as he drove by her side, 50 feet away. She knew he was watching her every move as she walked through the strip mall parking lot.
Vince looked doubtfully at Splint, kneeling naked in the corner of his own living room. Then Vince turned his head back at Sparky, who smiled at him.
God, watch her toss that ice blonde hair. When Splint began seeing Sparky, the whole crowd had been taken aback.
Sparky was overweight in kind of a sexy way--big boobs, big hair all that kind of thing. Most of Splint's friends found her unusual.
One of the perks of where I worked was the Starbucks in the building lobby. Not because of the convenient coffee, although that was nice, but because of Amanda. The world's hottest barista...in my humble opinion. She was small, almost no tits but a juicy butt. Her hair was dark and straight and always pulled back in a tight ponytail through her cap. She'd started there about a year before and we'd developed a little workplace friendship: more and more familiar hellos; bigger smiles; inside jokes.
Prologue
They had in their relationship the stuff writers try to describe. To put it simply, they had a secure and timeless love, a mutual respect, an unwavering and unconditional trust, patience...and of course, obsession. Their hours were many, long, and unpredictable; so the lover's time together was often short and littered with exhaustion. Once a month on every third Saturday morning, they found a way to steal time.
Layla had found an Adderall connection a year ago.
We'd been sat in the attorney's office for the past few minutes. The attorney in question, Mr Andrews, was at his desk, shuffling through some papers. Over the phone, he'd made clear that our attendance was not necessary and he could forward the paperwork to us, however, my mother had insisted. "I want to see the look on her face when she gets nothing," she'd said with glee, while arguing over the phone.
Chapter 1 - Friday evening: the beginning of a weekend.
They always enjoyed Steph coming to stay. She was their niece. She was sweet. She was bubbly. She was pretty - she was slim with long black hair, shapely - one day she would be a very beautiful woman - all she lacked was the confidence. For several years she had come to stay once a month for a weekend, and they had had lots of good times together.
18 year-old young man in domination & bondage role play with neighbor. MF, MM, MMF. Oral, anal, spanking, shaving.
CHAPTER 1: Odd jobs
Stephen knew he'd had a crush on the lady next door since he first knew what it meant to be turned on by a woman. He could almost pinpoint the moment it happened. One day, when he was still in middle school, he was sitting in a shaded corner of the patio in the middle of a 95⁰ afternoon in July.
