I’m not a huge fan of shopping, it’s fair to say. The traipsing around, the, “can I help you, sir?” The indecision, the waiting, the trying not to get caught flirting with the cuter shop assistants. But it’s all worthwhile for that little smile of yours when you’ve found something you like. I’d agreed to this day a while ago but after a long lunch and three more hours and a lot of shops later, the regret was kicking in. T...

A week later, Donald gets to delve into his shopping fetish.  He spends time every day previewing the new fashions of the seasons on different websites.  Then moving to his favorite shopping sites to choose items he wants to include in his cart for consideration.  He works his way through his different classifications of clothes: the lingerie, the outfits, the apparel.  The only thing he has not yet shopped for is the sui...

It is a four-hour drive from Atlanta, Georgia to home, and after stopping along the way for a leisurely meal, it is close to nine o’clock when they get home.  After unpacking the car, they leave the suitcases and hampers to deal with the next day.  A quick hot shower and they collapse on to their awaiting bed.  Both realize they have missed their bed the last two weeks as they quickly fall into a deep sleep. Autumn is now...

After the fireworks end, Donald and Emma return to the beach house and finish the bottle of wine they had taken to enjoy while watching the rockets' red blaze.  Due to the nice ocean breeze, the fresh air wafting through the open windows, and just all the sun and fun from the day, they both fall asleep rather quickly. To back up for a moment: While Emma calls him ‘Donald’ now, and they seem to be playing on level ground,...

My next door neighbour when I was growing up was Mrs Jones. She was a fairly young divorced lady in her early thirties, a little chubby but her face was beautiful and she always dressed incredibly sexily. I remember noticing her clothing when I first saw her. She would always wear short skirts and dresses with pantyhose and a pair of little heels. I adored the outfits that she wore and would often watch her from my bedroo...

Margery Miller was convinced she would soon find the house of her dreams in the neighborhood area in which she and her husband Gregory lived. They had been house hunting for quite some time and had seen so many houses. But each time, Margery turned them down with the excuse that it wasn’t what she wanted. Gregory was getting fed up with her constant turning down of the houses they were shown even though they well fitted t...

OK, Dani, take off my knickers, choose a fresh pair from the drawer, and let’s get you dressed,” said Lucy. Dan sat up in bed. He was wearing a tight-fitting white bra and Lucy’s knickers - the ones he had pulled down Lucy’s legs before he had plunged his throbbing cock into her wet and inviting cunt. The night before. When he had been a boy. Now everything had changed. He had been tricked into putting on a bra that had m...

Last week was one of my worst weeks ever. I spilled coffee all down the front of myself at work. I tore a hole in my brand new blouse. I had two flat tires. I left a bag of groceries on top of my car and drove off without realizing it. I dropped my phone in the toilet. And my dog died.I needed to turn the page, and thankfully I had the next three weeks off. I was heading for vacation at a spa resort in the Bahamas, and I...

Lance was seated on a bench on the tree-lined sidewalk waiting for the store to open. Despite the warm morning air he began to sweat and his heart pounded in his chest, this was a bold step for him. Now, this particular store was located in an older but still very popular outdoor shopping center despite the malls springing up everywhere. It was commonly referred to as a specialty shop, their specialty was women's lingerie...