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I hear a whispering in my ear and feel a hand moving up and down the side of my body as I lay, just woken, eyes still closed, on the bed. I feel his body behind me, my mouth curves to a smile, and I feel the intensity of the moment increase. Strong hands are holding my hips from behind, and soft words are filling my mind with happiness. ‘I love you. I love you,’ he says. ‘Forever.’
I reach behind my head and put my hand in his hair. I feel his face slide into the curve of my neck, smell his sweet breath on my face, feel the heat of his body up against mine. The stillness of the room makes me think I can hear his heart beat, the electricity between our bodies makes me think I can keep my eyes closed and become part of him.
I hear a whispered song from the radio and let the words hit my heart, word after word… ‘Spent enough time in your arms to know… just where I wanna be…’ I smile wider. ‘Been with you enough to know… just why I need you… Baby I’m right beside you… All I need is a little more of you…’ My fingers come away from his head and take his hand off my hip, caressing, intertwining, feeling. I feel his lips kissing my neck, my shoulder, my back. Soft kisses, peppered with soft words and a soft tongue.
The happiness in my chest fills me so completely that I think I could explode, and as I think more and more about that feeling, it feels harder and harder to breathe. As my body stiffens, I shift uncomfortably. He senses my sudden change and I sense his immediate response. My hands are grasping for him now, my breath ragged, my mind unsure. I feel him simultaneously pull away from me while pushing me away from behind. I fight to keep my mind together, to keep his hands on me, to keep my hands on him. But I can’t turn around. I go to cry out and nothing comes but tears and pained pieces of words.
I am sweating when I wake. Sweating and shaking, struggling to breathe. I look next to me and see the person there. It’s not the person from my dreams. I get out of bed.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him. Since he whispered ‘Shit’ while looking at the sunrise with me, since walking out of the door, and down the aisle with somebody else. I spent months trying to piece myself back together, and even more time than that trying to keep myself that way. It was all gone. Everything but the nightmares.
I never went to the wedding. I couldn’t bring myself to see him, feigning, or worse – meaning – happiness, with her. I couldn’t look her in the eye, couldn’t look my friends in the eye, because I knew I had the look of someone eternally changed and different. People would ask, and even without my answer, people would know. So I left that morning, citing a death in the family to the first person I saw, handing over an envelope with money and lost words. The last day of my happiness was the first legal day of theirs. Even now, I put my hand to my stomach to slow my breathing.
There had been men since him. Every one of them attractive, some of them probably more so than he was, but none of them smelt the same or spoke the same. None of them looked at me that way, none of them felt like he did. As imperfect as the situation surrounding us was, it wasn’t until those two nights that I knew what right felt like. And now that I knew, wrong felt almost violating.
The man sleeping in my bed now was beautiful. He was tall and strong, sculpted in the form of some beautiful Greek hero. His name was Kostas, but everyone called him Jon and he was the eldest son of my current boss, Greek shipping god Stavros Niarchos. We’d met at a company party after he’d moved to America, and after months of little appetite following the abandoned wedding, I apparently looked good enough for the beautiful John to sleep with.
At first he didn’t understand my quietness, my reservation, my distance when we were in bed. But after some time, I told him about Christian and he understood. After that, things felt better to me. Jon would knowingly give me a smile as I stared blankly at the wall during their weekly management meetings, or put his hand on my back in a way that let me know that he was there for me. On the rare occasion that we went to a social event together, I could almost feel a protectiveness about him. We became closer and closer as friends, and eventually as lovers, and I felt a comfort in being with him I hadn’t felt since that day last June with Christian.
I stare into the bathroom mirror, marveling that such a disheveled and hideously sad looking person could ever attract another human being, especially one so attractive as Jon. Even if he didn’t have the looks that I imagine could have rivaled Eros, he had the bank account to warrant significant attention from every female you’ve ever heard of in a years worth of any women’s magazine. Perhaps that’s what kept me on the ground with him: looking in the mirror as I brush my teeth. My hair is a knotted mess on the top of my head, my remaining eyeliner is making it look as though I have blackish-blue bruises along my lower eyelids and I’m naked with the exception of my underwear. I laugh a little, silent laugh, wipe the makeup off my eyes and bend over to spit into the sink when I feel his big, strong hands on my ass. My body trembles as I shiver from their warmth.
‘I should be lucky enough to see you this way every morning,’ he says in his deep, raspy, accented voice. I feel his warm, wet lips kiss my back, just above my underwear. I pick my head up, wipe my mouth on a towel and look back into the mirror. I catch the fading of his smile, and see his black eyes settle on my mouth. He brushes his teeth as I reassess myself.
‘I would agree with you and insert a joke here, but’ I look back at myself, ‘this isn’t very funny…’
He wipes his mouth with the towel, tosses it aside and I see his eyes travel from my reflection in the mirror to my shoulders and down my back to my ass. He looks back up at me, pats the hair on the top of my head and says ‘I would call you cute right now but,’ his left hand comes in front of my body and feels my tit as his right hand and his eyes move to my ass, ‘there’s too much hot here.’
I roll my eyes, half smiling, moving out of the way of the sink for him, but not before his arms wrap around my body, his hands caressing my stomach, and his mouth catching me on the throat, I feel his hot tongue for a split second. He feels my shiver with his hands and I look into the mirror to catch him watching my reaction. My smile disappears as he stares at me, looking me in the eye as he slowly and softly runs his lips and tongue up my neck to my jaw line and then back down again. I reach up behind me and put my hand in his hair, running my fingers through, then pulling a little. He pulls away from me a little, first looking at the front of my body from the mirror, then holding my hips with both hands and looking at me from the back.
‘Oraios,’ he whispers, his deep, scratchy voice barely making the word discernable from a breath. I smile, not looking at him, having found out the meaning of this word a few months ago from his brother Thano.
‘Oraios. Bella.’ Thano said, his accent heavier than Jon’s.
‘Yes, that’s what I’m asking, what does it mean?’ I laughed, restating the question.
‘No, no, Bella. Oraios. It means beautiful. In Greek. Just like your name in Italian.’
‘Oh,’ I said, not knowing how to respond. Jon had taken to calling me this whenever he saw me, never bothering to call me Bella anymore. I should have put it together.
‘Where did you hear this?’ he asked me. I looked at him, hesitating for a moment before saying that I’d heard it somewhere in a conversation and didn’t know what it meant. Just as the last word was out of my mouth, Jon walked into the office.
‘Thano. Oraios, good morning,’ he said winking at me and walking past us down the hall. My face turned bright red as I glanced at Thano, who had now crossed his arms and was leaning up against
the wall, smiling at me.
‘A conversation? Perhaps this conversation was taking place outside of the office, ha, Bella? In, let’s say, your apartment, or perhaps, Jon’s?’
I covered my eyes and walked away, listening to Thano laugh under his breath.
Now, in my bathroom, I can’t help but smile as Jon kisses me again and again on my back, his hands slowly and softly feeling every inch of my body as he whispers over and over ‘Oraios… oraios…’ I can feel his fingers hook into my underwear to slowly move them down my hips, then his whole hands wrapping around my ass to push them off. They fall around my ankles and I move my feet to kick them away.
My breath catches as I feel his right hand reach around the front of my body, his long, strong fingers stroking the lips of my pussy, which has gotten wet and achy within the last minute. His mouth and tongue are grazing my shoulders and I look up to see him watching me in the mirror. He smiles at me mid-kiss and I feel his fingers move to my clit and start to move. I struggle to keep my eyes on his and all traces of his smile disappear as he focuses on my body and how it’s reacting to his touch.
Just as I’m about to cum, he pulls his hand away. He spreads his legs and bends his knees so that his tall body is low enough to get his dick inside me. I lean my head back onto his shoulder and try to breathe as I feel the head of his cock waiting to enter me.
‘Oraios,’ his raspy voice whispers, ‘Oraios, look at me.’ And I look into those black eyes reflecting in the mirror as I feel his huge, throbbing cock push inside me. No words escape my mouth as he moves in and out little by little, until he fills me up. Unlike most other men I’d been with, Jon is able to maintain complete control of himself while watching me get more and more excited. He moves slowly in and out of me, savoring the feel of each slide, enjoying every second that my pussy is wrapped around his dick. His hands take my hands and his fingers caress my fingers as we cum at the same time, our bodies trembling with the release of such pleasure.
‘I should be lucky enough to see you this way every morning,’ he says into my ear, as he pulls out of me, turning my head to kiss me as he looks me in the eye. He gives me a soft smile, resting his forehead against mine for a moment before moving to get into the shower.
Later that day I meet my friend Anna for lunch at Sette on Seventh Avenue in Chelsea. We bullshit for a while about work and family, and then, as always, she asks about Jon.
‘Just tell me anything else about him you can think of… anything at all that the general public doesn’t know…’
‘Oh God, Anna, like what?’ I say, laughing.
‘His favorite color? Or his favorite baseball team? Or his eyes? Tell me what you think of when you look into his eyes…’
‘His eyes? What do I think of? I think of how I can always never tell if they really are black or not, that’s how dark they are. And he watches soccer, not baseball. And his favorite color is black.’
‘Like yours,’ she says.
‘Like mine,’ I say, pausing for a second, then smiling.
‘You’re smiling,’ she says, quizzically squinting her eyes as she tilts her head to the side.
‘And…? What’s wrong with smiling?’
‘Well, we’ve been talking about Jon for nine months, and this is the first time you’ve smiled.’
‘I always smile when you ask me about Jon. You’re crazy and your crazy questions make me laugh.’
‘I know they make you laugh and I know you smile when I ask you about him, but this was different.’
‘How?’ I ask, laughing some more.
‘You weren’t talking about him when you smiled. You were thinking about him.’
My laugh stops mid-flow and my smile fades.
‘Oh shit,’ she says.
‘Oh shit,’ I say.
Neither one of us brings it up again before we part ways, and I’m deep in thought as I’m walking to the subway, when I get a text message on my phone. The number looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place it.
It says ‘I miss you.’
I feel sick as the numbers connect to a name in my head. I write back ‘Who is this?’
I wait holding my breath for what seems like hours before I get ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that beautiful smile and heard that beautiful laugh, Bells.’
Then, ‘It’s Christian. I’m across the street.’
I swallow my rising panic and look in every direction across from me until I see him. He stares at me, standing stock still in the middle of Manhattan traffic, and I stare back, not knowing if I should run or scream or bend over and throw up. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and my face turning red as tears start welling up in my eyes. I am so angry I could die. I opt to run.
I turn and run as fast as I can in high heels down a Manhattan sidewalk. The subway is two blocks away and as long as the lights stay in my favor, I can get there without him being able to cross the street. I push past people and around gratings as I desperately try and get to the stairs. A few steps before they start, I feel him grab me. He turns my body around and pushes me up against the window of a nail salon. I brush his hands off me and push him back. He grabs at my hands and I can do nothing to free myself from his strength.
‘Don’t fucking touch me,’ I say, crying, struggling to twist my hands free. He lets them go and I wipe my eyes and my nose, unable to look at him, not knowing what to do. I’m covering my eyes with my hands and trying to catch my breath when I feel his hand in my hair, on the back of my head. I grab onto his wrist, and for a moment, I just let myself feel him before pulling him away and throwing his hand back at him. He goes to move closer and I put my hands up in front of me.
‘Don’t. Please don’t,’ I say, still crying, my breath swallowing some of my words.
‘Don’t what Bells?’
‘Don’t fucking call me Bells,’ I sob, ‘and don’t fucking touch me. Please.’
He steps back and for the first time, I look at him. He’s swallowing his own tears, struggling with his own words. I want to kiss him, I want to punch him. I want to leave.
‘What the fuck?’ I say.
He looks at me. ‘I was walking down the street and there you were, sitting down eating with Anna. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve wanted to call you for months, but I didn’t know how or what to say. I saw you sitting there and I couldn’t stop myself, I had to talk to you.’
For the first time I stop crying. ‘You make me sick,’ I say and I turn and go down the subway stairs. He doesn’t follow.
. ..
I call work and tell them I’m not feeling well and that I’m not coming back for the day. They ask if I’m okay and I say that I’m fine, I just have a bad headache and need to lie down. I get a sincere ‘Feel better’ and hang up. I’m sitting on the couch, facing my window view of the city in my apartment when I hear a key in the door. It opens, and I turn to see Jon walking in, flowers in his hand.
‘I know you don’t like flowers,’ his deep voice says as he moves closer to me, ‘but chocolate is bad for headaches.’ He smiles and bends down to kiss me on the forehead. ‘How is my oraios?’ he asks.
I look up at him, and my red puffy eyes fill with tears again. I feel my face crumple as I lower my head and bring a tissue to my nose.
‘Oh moro, moro, ti layos?’ he says getting down onto his knees in front of me.
‘I know I work for your family,’ I sputter out, ‘but I’m not Greek. I speak German.’
He laughs and repeats himself. ‘Baby, what’s wrong?’
I look into his eyes, the sun shining through the window, and for the first time, I can really see.
Brown. His eyes are the deepest brown I’ve ever seen.
I wrap my arms around his neck and breathe him in. His long, strong arms wrap around my body and I feel like a vice is being unscrewed from around my chest. I’m happy and sad and utterly, totally confused. How did Jon
get so close to me?
‘I saw Christian today,’ I say, and feel Jon’s body stiffen and pull away. I feel the vice again.
‘The Christian?’ he asks. I nod my head.
‘Oh,’ he says, standing up and walking a few steps away, his teeth biting his lower lip. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks deep in thought. He catches my eye, sees the look on my face and quickly comes back over to me. ‘Are you okay?’ he says, sounding strained.
I look at his face, puzzled. ‘I wasn’t,’ I say, ‘I’m not, but I’m feeling a little better. I’m just shocked I think.’
He asks what happened and I tell him. He looks far away when I ask if he’s okay.
‘Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about you, that’s all.’ He smiles. ‘I’m fine, Bella.’
I feel my heart sink. I haven’t heard him call me that in months.
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After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
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kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThese fucking heels. I feel so sexy in them, but trying to run over the grating on this Manhattan sidewalk is only making me later, not to mention sweaty. I look at my watch, slowing down a moment to read it, and sigh, only 10 minutes late. I see the entrance to the restaurant and stop, get a tissue out of my bag, and wipe my face down. I catch my breath, and try to control the nervous anticipation in my stomach. Christian and I haven’t seen each other in months, since the last time we almost…...
Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
This story is fictional, and is about a forbidden relationship between a Mom and her son.In a lower middle class family, Rajan (41) is a Bus driver working with the state transport corporation, he does night shifts on a regular route between Tuticorin to Chennai. He is home every alternate days and leaves at night for work, he seldom ends up with day off because the allowances and overtime always interested him rather than resting at home. Rajan’s wife Kalyani (40), a typical house wife took...
This story is fictional, and is about a forbidden relationship between a Mom and her son. In a lower middle class family, Rajan (41) is a Bus driver working with the state transport corporation, he does night shifts on a regular route between Tuticorin to Chennai. He is home every alternate days and leaves at night for work, he seldom ends up with day off because the allowances and overtime always interested him rather than resting at home. Rajan’s wife Kalyani (40), a typical house wife took...
IncestEthel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-FiBefore we dive into the story, know that the names in this story are fictional. People like to fantasize about the idea of lustful sin, but not many have ever witnessed it first hand. My neighbour was a divorced, single mom. She remarried about a year and a half ago. Her daughter was turning 19 next week, so she threw a party. My neighbour’s daughter didn’t look too special, initially. The mom was definitely prettier even though she was a chubby woman in her late 40s. She had a thick ass, soft...
from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
My name is Rahul, I am 34 years old and from Mumbai. Touch wood, I am still blessed physically and emotionally. I have a wonderful wife of 32 years old and blessed with an amazing daughter of 6 years old. I am a dealer in hardware products. Hard work pays off (I am earning well). Well, you must be thinking I have a systematic life so why I am sharing it over here. Well, the real story begins now. I have an elder sister-in-law Raadha of 35 years old, who is little crazy and kind of horny. She...
IncestHey everyone. A big Hi for all the fantastic people in this Indian sex stories website. Myself Rahul and I live in the Pub Capital of India yeah!!! You guessed it right Bangalore. After being a passive member from last 3 years, here I am writing my true incident for you to enjoy. Comments / Critics please welcome. Pass on your message, which would help me improve. Coming to this story, since part of Bangalore, Pub hopping is the norm of the day and I am also bitten by this bug and from the...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
THE PRESENT: We left early the next morning, just after the sun had started to rise. I thought about trying to read further into my mother's journal as we travelled, but I decided that it would be better to keep my attention on our surroundings. After all, I reasoned, with the Magus surely looking to kill us before we could rescue Lucas, it would only benefit us if we all kept our eyes and ears open. When I mentioned that to Val, the dark elf gave me a shrug. "It is funny," she said,...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
James had met Julia 3 months ago at his MBA graduation dinner. Julia was there partnering her father, Mark, the Dean of the School of Business Administration. The fact that she and not her mother Lauren had accompanied her father gave a clue as to the state of their marriage. Within a week he had met Lauren and had been immediately besotted by her. It was not that Julia was unattractive or unintelligent, rather at 5 foot 8 inches, blonde and curvy and having recently finished her Masters in...
Before we start, I would like to thank everyone who read part one and sent me their valuable feedback. I will try to be more regular with my stories, and I look forward to your emails. If you’re a shy woman looking for an open partner that can hold a naughty conversation, or if you’re looking for a break from the monotony of your daily routine; email me at I had just made my neighbour’s daughter Shreya cum while we hid under the bed. Her parents argued right outside her door, and then things...