I lie there waiting. I hear the click of the door as it opens, the swoosh as it slides against the carpet and then another click as it latches closed again. I know you are in the room again; I turn my head but can’t see you. Earlier you had bound my hands and ankles, leaving me spread eagle on the bed, completely open and exposed to you. If that was not enough, you blindfolded me just moments before I felt you climb off t...

I wanted to stay and listen to the two girls making love in the bed, but I was running behind again and I had a couple more rooms to do. I was getting tired and didn't want to screw up. The next two went very well. Again the girls were sleeping naked, but there was a definite difference from these two to all the others I had done. When I looked at the first one in bed, she was sleeping on her side. The one thing I noticed...

Miranda clutched at her chest for hundredth time that day. It was becoming an all too familiar habit since her boyfriend had walked out on her. Lewis had left without any real reason. One day he was there and they were in love: the next he was gone. She begged him to stay, begged him to just talk it out, but it fell on deaf ears. Lewis refused to talk. So for weeks now Miranda would feel the pangs of missing him and clutc...

When you are out of work you will take any job and put up with most things just to keep it. I do not like snobs and people who think they are a cut above everyone else, look down their noses at people believing they are of a lesser order than themselves. These people are usually shits, first class shits, and the Chief Executive of the bank was typical of this kind of animal; but he wanted a chauffeur and I wanted a job. "...

I love reading stories - not so sure I'm a writer - 1st attempt: Hi, my name is Kelli. I am used to dry spells when it comes to sex. I made the decision after college to put career ahead of men for now. Thus far, I have been successful at rising up the corporate ladder, but have had to work harder than my older male colleagues to do so. It's not that I don’t love a nice hard cock – I do! Once a month or so - when my toy j...

Mr. Smith was my tenth grade teacher. He was a lacrosse enthusiast, and had the body to prove it. I was sixteen, and had a bad case of teenage lust. He had dark hair, hazel eyes, and a voice that made me hot just thinking about it. He was over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and big arms. He always wore tight, white button down shirts with a tie. His black pants hugged his ass and made him look even that much hotter....

Once I got my license, I also got my very own car so I could make use of my latest achievement. Having a friend that lives far away, this made it incredibly easier to go back and forth between our homes. My friend and I were headed home to her place after a day in the city; nearly an hour long trip. We had a particular subject we had discussed plenty lately and we decided upon trying out during this trip; playing in a mov...

We spent Sunday lounging around the house, making love as the urge came over us, and talking. Riley was concerned to know how I felt about the previous evening. I reassured her that I was fine with it and had enjoyed myself despite wanting to punch Nick in the face and tell him what a douche I thought he was. “What should we do with the money?” I asked while we were on the topic. “My half is going in the Italy fund, you c...

As a massage therapist for the last number of years, I have gained much satisfaction from knowing that my hands have helped people and made them happy. It was a career I wanted to do for many years, as I was often told that I was very good with my hands. Starting off with my training I was quite apprehensive about if I would struggle to get clients. Would a woman trust a man to give her a massage? Would she feel more secu...