Filing Room 2A was mine. No-one ever went in it, which was why I had chosen it. My colleagues all thought that its dusty filing cabinets were filled with reports and receipts from years past. Well, some were. The others I had commandeered to hold my personal items from home. The danger of someone discovering me or my toys, however unlikely, added to my buzz every time I stripped off and mounted the giant desk in there, a...

I come early to surprise you and although I call, you don't reply. I tiptoe up the stairs, avoiding the creaky third tread, I'm wondering if you are taking a nap, but then I stop in my tracks, and smile. I hear sounds of water splashing and know your in the bath. As I get closer I hear familiar moans and I smile to myself. I know my ever horny girl is playing! I creep up to the door, and hear you murmuring, "That's so goo...

Somewhat annoyingly my mobile phone buzzed again; another text message from Michelle. That made four in the last hour and it was not even midday yet. As much as I loved being with her, the knowledge of her leaving for a holiday for three weeks and these continuous messages were staring to be more of a frustration than an enjoyment. “Still waiting to board the plane. Another fifteen minutes should do it. My husband has gon...

Sometimes he's the champagne, Sometimes he's the glass. What a lovely way to say "He likes it up the ass." Most folks want to be the flower, Few care to be the vase. But, oh! The awesome power In letting both truths be the case. To truly be the victim And the victimizer, too, To find yourself in both roles And know exactly what to do, To be caught in the moment And swept away by lust, To be driven by your passion, To find...

“Michael! Wait up!” a familiar voice called across the courtyard as Michael walked past the fountain of lovers on display. Classes were over and his head still felt like it was spinning. All day as he sat through one lecture after another he kept thinking about anatomy. He couldn’t believe what he had done. Turning back now, he saw the study group walking swiftly up to meet him. He smiled, thinking how it was funny that t...

Chocolate, I thought as I headed home on my bicycle. I was craving chocolate, something that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, it was the only thing I was craving, but there was something else now too. An orgasm.I was a virgin, but I’d learned the pleasures of masturbation long ago. With my eighteen years, I’ve had experience with orgasms for.. two years. That would be about right. At times I pleased myself daily, or multiple tim...

We hit the road early the next morning. I was anxious to get to Memphis for my date night with my stepson. Bryan and I both realized, this would be a rare opportunity for us to act as lovers in public, not just a proper stepmother and stepson. We arrived at the hotel a little before four o'clock in the afternoon and checked into our room. "Okay, lover boy, what are your plans for tonight? Where do you want to take me? And...

I have to admit I was a little shocked by all this. I had known Trina for nearly seven years and although she can be a pushy bitch at times, I never expected this. As my head was forced downward I turned my body and threw my leg over Trina’s torso straddling her. I could smell the hot juices coming from Trina’s pussy. I looked down to inspect the source. Her pussy was clean shaven, her lips where a perfect pink color, enh...

Vincent and I agreed over lunch that although fun, we needed to find a new place to smoke weed and fuck, so that we didn’t get in trouble, or become the neighborhood show. After lunch Vincent dropped me off at school, and went to go replenish his stash. I gave him a long wet kiss good-bye before I climbed out of the car, and headed to my next class. “Slow down, you speed walkin’ bitch!” screamed a loud voice from behind m...